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Feb 2022
There are rats in my basement,
Crawling through cracks in the pavement,
I can hear their chatter, how they crave it,
Their hollow skins soon to cave in.

Join me and rejoice,
He will give a new vice,
One to see all the putrid sights,
We are all living blights.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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