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Jul 2023
Spit out your pride,
Force out your tears
Your feelings feed only me.
Hang out your friends
Lay down your family
You know you belong to me.
I'll hang myself dry
In a storm of vitriolic judgement.
Come now with me
Down to the basement
The dust bowl
The beggars urn
The end.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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