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trough

my head is a skin tied

water-shit.

wobble minded and

stench ridden.

it bleeds diarrhea.

an ache not of throbbing

but like, pressurized

wet tissue membraned

balloon stuff.

could pop

any time.

will pop.

just a matter of

time.

seven thousand days now

I've been lugging this

bubbling froth-tank.

this neck ornament.

this ***** machine CPU.

and all it does is

complain about

itself.

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