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Jan 2018
fifteen fountains
one man to do the job
gibberish, this is
but i don't want to stop
my hands become much too dangerous
when i stop
i could have been like him
locked up
fallen in
thank god, that didn't rhyme
i'd have to **** myself for that

i'm always afraid of killing myself
always always always afriad
scaredy cat
scaredy scaredy scaredy cat

taunting me?
ha
a new low every day
forever something new
fresh dark
fresh *****
fresh new to discover
about the innards of ME
careful!
it has sharp teeth
no petting zoo today


where do i go
where can i go
fifteen fountains deep
with this thing i lug
inside me
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Ford Prefect  22/!
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