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My best friend is being executed by his own skin, hatchet-in-hand. Dripping poems, choking on maternal pollutions. Ripping out bones, crippled for a solution. I had my hands made out of gold. There were moon tears in my words is what I was told. Platinum suggestions from the soul. I can't repair wounds if I'm not even whole.

"Don't you try it son, don't you try it boy"
"It won't work"

"You can't heal anybody"

AHHHHHHHH, why can't I help anybody?

I met this girl who had a tumor in her throat, when she spoke everyone in the room felt cold. She just lost her father the other day, but he couldn't find his way home, he'll be okay. So, I tried to make a pill from my heart and it exploded into a million parts. The confetti looked just like a child descending from the sun like a big, big smile.

I am the most useless swiss army knife (available for mail order).

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from Broken Samaritan and Needle​-​hand Pedestrian, released November 3, 2012

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