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Plain Pain By W.D. Herstun

Plain Pain Just pain. No window. All shame. Blood flow & Red brain. Nothing but Plain pain. Like watching the slow drop of any drain. It drips into your veins. Commanding your blood flow. And dragging your soul Low. Splitting skulls on the concrete, until the red meat shows. Or do you show blue in […]

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