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Jun 2020
Vermin vermin vermin
Vermin vermin vermin
Vermin vermin vermin

Using what's in place to protect
to harm and hurt

Vermin vermin vermin

There's blood on your hands
It will always be there
You can wash it off,
but I'll always see it as clear as day

Vermin
Written by
Cattatonicat  22/F/Chicago
(22/F/Chicago)   
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