bearhat
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by the pricking of my thumbs... (part 1)
I still remember my first blood sacrifice. Dared by neighbourhood ruffians I was too eager to befriend, I found myself creeping under the muddy canvas flap of a crowded pavilion to spy on a tra…
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crime scene
when you washed your hands
you left grease marks in the soap again
and murky suds around the basin rim.
the splattered water drops on the vanity mirror
mark your tendency to turn the taps o…
