Palazzo Vecchio

        Dreaming of an effigy, Dante always gets to me even in sleep where I keep my darkest secrets.   Magnetic pins to prick my conscience, God always wins in the end.   I see the far side which looks to be a short ride from here.   If there really are…

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Not dead yet

Someone made an effigy and they’re sat in a backroom sticking pins in me, in fits and spurts it blasted hurts, someone made an effigy. You get used to abuse and it ain’t no use to complain, but I do, who made the effigy? was it you? Vibrations. it’s all about the sensation you feel…

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