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view from the bushes
by Johnny Crimsonsame old silence
and the cancer of a howling
fuck
bigots eating faces
their whores backing them up
black cars weren't selling
chain gangs grew powerful in the night
white leaves falling closer to the tree
aunts looking better than dates
sisters living closer than aunts
enter the age of thighs that squeak
and a new use for headboards and cleavers
the chain gang moved in with their punisher's
and us children that survived grew paler
and live outside with the moon 10/18/2008 Posted on 10/18/2008
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