Fighting For Peace is Like F-ing For Virginity (The End)


Where each fingertip prickles
And pickles in bleach
Quills fill their meat
And they’re thrown on the molten beach of deceit
Sizzling to a dashing dust of ash
Brushing past
Oblivion’s feet
At last…

(might write more… needs a happy ending…)

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