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In Formation

from by Tommy Santee Klaws



Cut her gut with a hand in glove, with a knife not dull enough. Threw up knots in his stomach, and fell asleep when the sun came up. They sing in formation. Brittle teeth and bad breath, I reek. Bruised veins and fleshy eaves, I'm ground meat. Felt a calm under her feet, then He lifted her to be with Him. They sing in formation. Dirty bridges shade dirty homes. Dirty tunnels through dirty bones. Dirty deeds in dirty sheets. When he woke he heard her voice so clearly in formation. They sing in formation.


from Rakes, track released November 16, 2010


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