death city

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you see the buds get swollen
and the swords in the body
for weeks, for months now
thrush/dead bird/strangled youth

it starts in the heart
and kills the foreign front
because we're not united
and we're all in a pit

some of us smell funny
and some of us are decapitated
decaying and hanging off
highways feet first from a rope

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