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Sep 2018
Fire scorches the flesh

An opaque wash fills my sockets

A coarse guttural scream is fresh

From lashed sole to soul it devours


Stench of decay is all ones sovereign

Humanity what is thought hierarchy

Is now looked into foul n ' foriegn

Excuse me... as I dispose of my ivory entity
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Aesthetichobo  California
(California)   
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