Feb 2014
A black stain coats my tongue,
it tastes of metal,
an epitaph for the unholy ones,
who tainted my soul
with the pain
I spit out.
it tastes of metal,
an epitaph for the unholy ones,
who tainted my soul
with the pain
I spit out.
(GRB090423)
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