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PISTOL

PISTOL

We bargain tomorrow
with past incompetence.
And lay in our doubts
like we rest on our mistress.
Listless the day goes
with wish list
welcomed to expose
and whiplash
that crawls
back
from a memory I had yesterdays ago
-Cam ie

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Filth

The filth rest between her head and followed her into sleep

then between her legs.

When he got the chance, her body felt so brittle, and loose.

Hanging there, in the bright night.

Both, just hanging there, like bodies swinging from a willow.

Assumption, dropping to the ground into the dark

yet he has arrived

and there aint much he can do about it now.

— Cam Ie