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Pain Killer

Put it in a blender

Drink it down

Go on, go on!

How was that?

I did not like the taste

But the frown upon my face

Told all

The appalling silence


But we were in a race


What where the spoils

Nothing I may trace

But I found the prize

She was not for winning

What a fucking futile exercise

The coils of death leave no space

Come with me

I return to sender

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