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Aug 2021
My chapped lips are chipping apart
From the weight of the insults I hurl
Tossed with sloppy accuracy
Like a pointless drunken game of darts

Soon they're peeled back so far
They reveal my rotting smile
Teeth as black as the words slurred
My tongue heavy, thick like tar

And my loud mocking laugh rings out
Coughing up blood and contagion
Cancer becomes me or I it
From the endless nonsense I spout
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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