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Sep 2013
my body is filled with flies.
like feeding gas to a balloon
shaped like me.
when i burst
your family will know
pieces of my wet pestilence
grazing their lips and
mating in their wigs.
furiously scratching
the madness off of them,
covered like clowns,
in rotten
frowning
red
horror.
Written by
mike
862
   maybella snow
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