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Sick about the choices
I will shiver
from the base of myleft
to the back of myleft
while you make ice
with each word you speak.
Thus our lots are cast
and fates determined.
Black construction paper
balled up and tossed
right
I will dream
from my abdomen
to myright
until i cough up phlegm
with each madness
i embrace. Destiney, thou art my bitch.
from the base of my
to the back of my
while you make ice
with each word you speak.
Thus our lots are cast
and fates determined.
Black construction paper
balled up and tossed
I will dream
from my abdomen
to my
until i cough up phlegm
with each madness
i embrace. Destiney, thou art my bitch.
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