ShifterA Poem by turbochainsawthe words melted as they left the tongue syllables stretched drawn and hung the master of distortion come to play halucinogene in full display an artist pupil son of macabre thief of senses born to rob © 2014 turbochainsaw |
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Added on January 10, 2014 Last Updated on January 10, 2014 Author
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