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Pulp Poem of the Week
Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth
Monday, July 20, 2009
Did you ever stop
to figure that
there's all kinds
of ways of dying,
but only one way
of being dead?
Jim Thompson
The Killer Inside Me
1952
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