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May 2016
Do me a favor when you cut out my brains;
will you stomp on them to take the blame?
Please splatter my blood upon the walls;
just like the morning rains.

squish, squish
there goes my brains
squish, squish
under foot

Put it into a blender;
watch it turn into a splendor.
It feels so nice and tender...


**squish...squish...squish
nycteris
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nycteris  20/F/United States
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