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Golden river of sludge

I hold myself tight so I won’t

Cry

But I still feel tears inside

Not yet run away as

The golden glow of waste reached

Unsuspecting life

Recoiling beauty exhausted by

Demon’s fingers

Gripping round innocence withering

In its hold

Buddie Bertrand

Durango



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