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Something as disgusting as a cut Should never be sought after Something as disgusting as a cut Should never feed my laughter The first line doesn’t know About the rest to come I will not show The first line how dumb I can really be When given a blade Lay me by the tree The roots are frayed. I don’t know how to write a line But I wish I learnt earlier That a different way is also fine To be less girlier But do men need blood To feed themselves? Or do they have mud To fill their shelves?
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
The First Line
Something as disgusting as a cut Should never be sought after Something as disgusting as a cut Should never feed my laughter The first line doesn’t know About the rest to come I will not show The first line how dumb I can really be When given a blade Lay me by the tree The roots are frayed. I don’t know how to write a line But I wish I learnt earlier That a different way is also fine To be less girlier But do men need blood To feed themselves? Or do they have mud To fill their shelves?
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
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