The Devil's W***eA Poem by Bruce.
Repugnant
That vile smell permeates throughout stale sweat and blood co mingle with sex and rye whiskey. salivate at the sound like Pavlov's dog It's winter again I can hear you come in you tiptoe no longer.
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Added on November 17, 2012 Last Updated on November 17, 2012 AuthorBruceChicago, ILAbout“Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make. You can destroy your life every ti.. more..Writing
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