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Hard fast, rapid relief of rather intense emotions. Gutteral The throat is crying Tight. Tight as can be. It only wants to be loose Or it'll wind up tighter Tightened by a noose With a chair slipping under In a crowded restaurant With waiters, waitresses, shocked Glass shatters with life experiences The cheap crystal singing Worthless without a throat Caught in a witch hunt Gazeless stare returned Strangers walking, friends walking Day to day lives finished for a weekend Intoxicated Incarcerated in bodies Let slip the dogs of war In their mouths, rumours true and not Are bred like prostitutes Tiny, tiny fetus, again Strangled by its junkie noose Funnily enough that's all I want Nourishment from someone who Doesn't know that They love me


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