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Apr 2023
Hungry are the hands that claw out the brain,
In a fit of absent envy for the thrill of yesterday,
Slickened in blood and wine as it congeals around the mouth,
It pours into the toilet, a buffet consumed, destroyed.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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         j a connor, Maniacal Escape and Khoisan
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