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Pravda
By Crush_With_Eyeliner
Frozen January
innuendo.
Matched callous
on knees
and
lips.
No more bread
lines but
still
awaiting
commodity.
I will trade
my kerosene
for a mouthful
of your feelings
and some
idea
about the future.
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Copyright 2011 Crush_With_Eyeliner
Published on Monday, February 21, 2011.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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