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Sep 4
I like to smell my fists in the morning
For they contain the remnants…
They contain the remnants…
The remnants…
Remnants of…
Some half-forgotten exorcism
Meaty
The vultures are circling
They can smell my fist meat
Meat remnants
You bore me now
I must return to my slumber
For the sun disturbs my
Coruscating genius
Royce Cronin
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Royce Cronin  27/M/United Kingdom
(27/M/United Kingdom)   
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     Ben Noah Suresh and Jeremy Betts
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