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They fed him the teeth of a dying man,
He chewed the shadow on Mary’s bed,

He asked the pure to pelt the pebbles, 

He let cancer eat healing, 

He pawned the angels and the souvenir of Lazarus’ head.

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Published by: flatlined84

A thinker outside the quarantine zone. The words on this blog will assault your senses, would make you curse in the holy name of Bard. If that's not enough, leave a piece of your mind in the comments section- the writer is on the dole and is always hungry.

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