Words of power are killing meWhile the sun displays its teeth.All mockery is laughingAll violence is cheap.She said…"These are my gunsThese are my fursThis is my living room.""You can play with me there sometimesIf you catch me in the mood."SavageSavageSavageYou savage… She said…"I have this unhappinessTo wear around my neck.""It’s a pretty piece of jewelleryTo […]
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