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May 2015
The putrid smell of his breath still haunts me
The combination of rotting teeth and stale beer
As his memory comes back and taunts me
And I'm all alone with him, here

My body shaking like an earthquake
My tears crashing like the ocean's waves
My eyes closing, for a short break
My mouth and my ***** were his slaves


It's been twelve years since I've seen his face
I would rip his ***** right out of their sack
And I'd watch them unravel all over the place
Then I'd smile without ever looking back
I hope you're dead somewhere, you ****.
Arlo Disarray
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