Back in practise

Left to rattle off lists, I'm here to thicken wrists and wrestle demons I did kill years ago back into the dirt, out off the coffee and ripping off my skirt.

Sweaty men slap me silly, I'm drunk off caboose breakneck liquor and happy

My Mr. Marvin walked wildly into a wet shower, snapped his torso back and struck out swinging. Clasping and clinging, grasping and humming, rang up riddles on this Samsung Experia, like lab assistants casually handling vials of diphtheria.

I'm salty. I'm sweet. I've been nervous on the street. 

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