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Mediu
these cities lack armies of words
whenever you feel like it
you can write me a
mile
of slit wrists & flick-flack
torn limbs
these cities lack young blood & fresh
meats
whenever you like
we can get a ride
above the abattoir
around the cryptograph
on to the
murder scene
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