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You know what I crave? The blood to wash off my tears. To win completely.
G. Pearson
Growing back stronger My thirst for you…metallic I cried at the sky
Could not reach the gun So I hated it’s presence As the black blood pooled
Work while nails bleed out ‘End of day’ an idea Youth is a fountain
Back to back it smacks Left bloody and gnarled last time Handball is for men