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I thought your bones would be scattered
into the streets by now.
I should not of assumed the humerus
would drown in the storm drain pathways;
that are etched high in the greenest of grime.
Should not have assumed
a greedy coccyx like you would break
under pressure from the moving faces
of hubcaps, and your pelvis burst
into the littlest of pieces after a semi-
slice of reality hit dead on.
Thought a wish would break into my favor;
too bad you have the bigger end of yourself.
- by Holy Wars In My Fistula |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/15/2008 |
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- Title: Hatred's Skeleton
- Artist: Holy Wars In My Fistula
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Description:
"And now we shall examine the odd irregularity of this particular cervical vertebrae.
Notice how its grooves seem to be hollowed out rather violently. " - Date: 07/15/2008
- Tags: hate bones poetry
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