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Copyright © 2009 Rachael Harvey
We eat our friends
We keep our friends in close for the drug
burning
killing
the mob scene masking babies
We want our black heart
We want to crush hearts
death is coming
full price
sharing is going nowhere
Detained blood is like the runway
Cities are made of fornication
and blow our mind
From Rachael: So I came across [this] dated back when I was about 14-15. A couple of these were the darker—bloodier ones I had mentioned. Punctuation isn't correct, and I don't know the correct way to format any of it either....
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