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# vile


praising the penal code

poison deposit

sensory overload

loitering in my closet

bones blown to bits

all our flesh unappealing

as our bile unknits

fucking hate all these boys

want to rip out their tongues

...let them play with their toys

put the plague in my lungs

the lumbering crows

peering into the shed

as i try my utmost

to un-sever your head

talking smack to the ghosts

the flies kissing my neck

pulling adipose tissue

from the wreck of your chest