It’s coming out from the gallows
Slithering slandering serpents slink
As the crowd pulls back the latch
Relishing in jabbing thorns
In the heavy musk
Of a used noose
The child who’s watching
Has his laughter inside a brown paper bag
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uuu gave me the chills, me like
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