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skeletons iv

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I’m stopped by the police
when they step out of their patrol car
I am surprised to find out
that they are skeletons
they handcuff me and push me down
my face biting cold wet grass
then they leave me there and drive off;
skeleton cops don’t care nothing for you
if you’ve got flesh.

– matt at shadow of iris

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