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A Poem by turbochainsaw

I could see the devil in her eyes
 like a nice little chainsaw surprise
ripping through the flesh holding it wide
open to suggestion some oral defecation 
bringing such elation to a life so complacent
seeking out debasement as a way of meditation
can I have your number please?

© 2013 turbochainsaw


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Added on November 14, 2013
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