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Under my sink is a grave Here lies a cockroach I don’t think he meant to be brave Surely that’s just what cockroaches do Hide under sinks Waiting for the rainfall of crumbs After the smell of **** fills the room A last meal Perhaps he had made a request Or perhaps he had made a mistake Unable to see the difference between Peanut butter and poison
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Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 11:16 PM UTC
Peanut butter and poison
Under my sink is a grave Here lies a cockroach I don’t think he meant to be brave Surely that’s just what cockroaches do Hide under sinks Waiting for the rainfall of crumbs After the smell of **** fills the room A last meal Perhaps he had made a request Or perhaps he had made a mistake Unable to see the difference between Peanut butter and poison
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Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 11:16 PM UTC
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