21 lines
21 Guns
that’s two lines—
This is Four;
Woe unto the whore
86 is a bitch;
Baneful glow;
Phoebus shows
Brutalist beauty:
Fuck-
Grotesque cunt,
Prey starts to hunt;
runt gets stuck
Glamour in the rut;
Another notch scratched on the belt
Twenty minutes past three in the morning now. I made two cups of coffee then went out for creamer, taking with me the one with a reliable sc...
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