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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Struggle

Night ate Day,
swallowed it whole.
Night shat Day,
twelve hours old.
"What the fuck?"
Day cried aloud.
"Eat my dick!"
Night turned around.
A sissy slap fight
therein ensued.
The sky orange-red
they mottled and bruised.
"Choke on it, bitch!"
The fight Day had won.
"This isn't over!"
Night ran from the sun.
Posted by Brad Grenz at 8:06 PM

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