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Dec 2015
You squander through your paths
Your meager thoughts and actions collect
like the **** upon one's teeth
It appears you're falling quicker everyday
You don't want to leave
But, you should be dead by now
Open your eyes
You beast
Taste the world, not your waste
You bathe in your waste
How pitiful it is, to falter beneath nothing in this world,
but the head on your own body.
Cat
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Cat  philadelphia
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