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She will die.
eventually, I will get that call.

I'll smoke death
and drink death
and snort death
off powder fueled
bitches lounging
beside me
assuring me
that everything
happens for a
reason.

I will fuck them
and roll off.

I will not wipe them clean
with soiled sock or
promissory note.

No.

I will smoke death and sweat death,
watching chromatic slide shows
of my withering fortitude,
listening, enduring
the chirping of morning birds.

Together we will kill
all that is left.

Ray Strickland

5/4/2012