Potions of Suffering

Fiction From The Day,
title: Potions of Suffering
date: 1.29.16

exhausted from sleeping badly last Knight ;
the Lord of this Placed
is orrible. (wear the place-mats)
Art, work?

dedicated to ah gate
the night mare of breasts,
milk them virgins
the cows chase at the bus stop
but more n a welfare watchin way
the clock tells
of their dis pleasure
remember they remind you

dictation of democracy
they are lumps of fat,
the breasts they say;
and obviously no other
woman attend this institution
if that’s case oh,
then that’s case: map
don’t I no longer count: as woman
one alone in an institutions
but not in all


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