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I lay here, like a fish long dead Limp, lifeless Glazed, Gaping mouth tilted up towards the ceiling Misted with the dew of sweat And starting to smell Fresh out of the pan The vigor of my youth long Departed Regarded not as equal But cannon fodder For the masses Infesting the grease smeared Hub of hunger Beta in a sea of sharks Gilling a slow sluggish Slop Thank god, this bed is where I have longed to be all night long.
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Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
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I lay here, like a fish long dead Limp, lifeless Glazed, Gaping mouth tilted up towards the ceiling Misted with the dew of sweat And starting to smell Fresh out of the pan The vigor of my youth long Departed Regarded not as equal But cannon fodder For the masses Infesting the grease smeared Hub of hunger Beta in a sea of sharks Gilling a slow sluggish Slop Thank god, this bed is where I have longed to be all night long.
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25/Cis/American
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
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