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Copyright © 2009 Rachael Harvey
Egypt dirt with a giant's thump
sentience calling of my return.
Lucky day here
my lucky day
lucky day's
in the ink slinger's hands.
All the writing
writing withering off
without my hands are none,
in the ink slinger's hands.
The kind of addicting obsession
against a standing ground
feeling aggression,
in the ink slinger's hands.
It's all in good fun
taking me i'm good again
good and raping me,
in the ink slinger's hands.
Self assured in dirty work
assured i know what i am worth
in what was done,
in the ink slinger's hands.
I am assured, it was the Egyptian's Dirt.
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