NO ONE IS TALKING
This room is a deadly fog; as people keep
coming and going, no one talks. The
silence is a deadening as dead can be.
Five will get you ten it's OK with me.
I hate the chloroform which comes
with stanched anger, like poison
gas in a mustard trench or the
other way around - all those
ruined bodies, gagging
and twisted apart.
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