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i wish i could cut out my tongue;
it is nothing but a bloated, fat fish.
it lies, bleeding in my mouth.
feeding, in my mouth.
all it does is lie.
rotting, it stinks
killed lead dead, linked to heavy head.
shelled in the burdened bed.
it seeps my weeping deep.
empty, hammered hollow.
my vomit lingers, death taste:
can you undo the waste?
can you see this piss paste?
we're falling apart, rapid haste.
i'm cut, shut; i just won't bleed?
these do run deep, deed.
look at my pointless mutilations.
my empty, long lasting
humiliations.
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