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Jan 2014
I’ve started to rot

the stench

decomposing in my cot

my mum (*****)

I’ll be discovered

bet she still won’t be bothered

my sisters and brothers come for a look

one meal they could have snuck

hate is now what feeds me

my daily delicacy

I’m transforming into a different being

and my revenge they’ll be feeling
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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