Through brutal fingers pressed against my face, I glimpse star scattered sky of indigo, and disconnect from this nightmarish place. “…and can you teach me how to dance real slow?” As hair is tangled in wild underbrush, Don sings “…the jester stole his thorny crown.” My corpse, subjected to your angry push, feels pain no [...]
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