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68 (Free verse) by darby pyn
Cocaine desire amplified. hide in my skin
disquise all the lies.
transcend the guilt embrace the disease.
live on my feet not my knees.
fortune's form can change like the weather.
blue collar genocide a social endeavor.
raised in a pelt a hunted memory
transferred from the soul of skin.
armor reduced to style.
belong to your own institution
the religion of me
the shelter delusion.
ignorance and all it's condescension.
allways content.
dry.
so fucking dry.
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