cycles end, begin
the short one, tells the fat one, about her boyfriend
while clothes roll in an industrial machine
hypnotizing me
the short one stabbed her boyfriend
who died without a scream
not much more than soap and quarters
fodder and gossip for those tossing pennies against the wall
while clothes roll in an industrial machine
hypnotizing me
the short one stabbed her boyfriend
who died without a scream
not much more than soap and quarters
fodder and gossip for those tossing pennies against the wall
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