Through all the inordinate, jumbled mass of words,
Like an unnecessary splatter of amateur murder blood,
I lie scattered, inarticulate, wearing a fresh coat of dust.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
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Through all the inordinate, jumbled mass of words,
Like an unnecessary splatter of amateur murder blood,
I lie scattered, inarticulate, wearing a fresh coat of dust.
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