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THE GIRL &THE OILFIELD

oh, the gentle ticking as the blood pounded through the veins that wrapped around my head, it suffocated, the disease that i used, that i used to bump &tear &rip away the rancid flesh i tapped and swung, &i called, i called out, i called out but the ringing the ringing, it was louder than my ears could handle, that burst the scarlett tears and trickled into my eyes, from the pounding, i gasped at last, at last, release.