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Jan 6
you’re spoiling me
my insides and guts in disarray
yellow fungi, can’t you see?
cover every word i say

to you, this is preservation
keeping things in standstill
to me, this is degradation
going bad so slowly kills

see the thin white maggots lie
and how they happily feast upon
the meaty flesh of you and i
is this still part of all the fun?
Written by
indi  23/F/somewhere in the sea
(23/F/somewhere in the sea)   
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