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[madhare713]

i rip through the hallways
making my way to the stale smell of the sheets
to where the stain still lies
from the thirty second whore
and her distilled beef jerky
that rose from her twat
or i mean to say cunt
or i mean to say box
and that junk smelled fowl
with the bitter after taste of it
into which i died once again
crawling into those fishy lips
and swimming into contaminated sea's
of polluted discharges
and infected waters
to where i died once again
and still shake
to these bones
through to the organs
the ones that are constantly wrong