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May 2012
My blood
runs ***
&
my body breaks up
like ****.

Eat me.
Drink me.
Smoke me.
**** me.

I'm way too high to write good poetry.
But I'll keep trying.
Sacrelicious
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Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
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