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Nov 2013
Food for maggots - out future,  our fate.
To hell with your beauty,
to hell with your brains,
to hell with your kindness,
to hell with your vain.
You live - and you blink - and you die.
To hell with your grace,
to hell with your "smart",
to hell with your "ugly",
to hell with your scars,
to hell with your pain
and to hell with your joy,
and to hell with your love
and to hell with your hate.
In vain, in vain, in vain!
Food for maggots - nothing  remains,
nothing ever stays, it's all in vain -
in vain, in vain, in vain.
raw with love
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raw with love
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   Luce and Emily Tyler
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