To the black cutter

To the black cutterthis epistle is penciled with memories of wished-for pistols                                                                                                 memories of those mental recitals of the poetic suicides                                                                      that never comforted the spirit enough to clear up the intensity                                                                 of that pounding in your chest. To the black cutterthis epistle is penciledwith memories of when you recognized that there was still                                                                     eight pills of […]

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