"Junk" as written by and Jeremy Max Finer....
the need to realize. shot, shot, shot, blank. staring down the barrel of my arm. shot, shot, shot, dead. it's over, drawn black. shot, shot, shot, red. no restrictions. sucking eyes inward, immobile. bionic continuity. till death do us part.


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