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May 2012
I don't mind it when you tell me
I mean nothing and you swear that
All life is meaningless

You put the words
In my mouth
And I
Spell it;
Don't you see?

So swear the naked ****
Photograph
Of the
Mona Lisa

We are vermin
Meant for
Vermin

And we
Wish
Nothing but what
We
Deserve

So hold true
My dear darling

The wicked
Will
One day
RECEIVE
What THEY
Deserve

The worm squirms for light
As the dirt rests in rest
We are the dirt
As we
Are the dirt

To choose

Would be

Quite

Contradictory
Written by
Mitchell
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