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I am the filth of my mother's womb. I am the earth beneath my brother's tomb. I'd rather drink from the cup that had your blood than the clean white one outside by the fountain. I am a dark spot on the clearest piece of cloth. I am the dark that kills the day. I am the dark that hides my mother's blood. I am the dark that swallows you entirely. I am the dark that swallows light. I am a black hole. I am the black hole that swallows myself. I am the black hole that presses on your wounds until the blood comes gushing out and into my mouth. Gushing and gulping. I am the knife that cuts you into pieces. I am the ***** that digs into the earth for holes that will contain my brother. I build my brother's tomb and I fill it with the filth from my mother's womb.
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
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I am the filth of my mother's womb. I am the earth beneath my brother's tomb. I'd rather drink from the cup that had your blood than the clean white one outside by the fountain. I am a dark spot on the clearest piece of cloth. I am the dark that kills the day. I am the dark that hides my mother's blood. I am the dark that swallows you entirely. I am the dark that swallows light. I am a black hole. I am the black hole that swallows myself. I am the black hole that presses on your wounds until the blood comes gushing out and into my mouth. Gushing and gulping. I am the knife that cuts you into pieces. I am the ***** that digs into the earth for holes that will contain my brother. I build my brother's tomb and I fill it with the filth from my mother's womb.
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
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