Dead Man Walking

Posted: April 29, 2010 in Word
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Can’t find my place. Can’t find any place actually. I’m like a zombie. Minus the brain fetish. And the decaying flesh.

Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface
Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with
He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it
And when he couldn’t dirt spit, he swallowed it.

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