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Feb 2014
I swear I've seen tentacles growing
inside the places water goes out.
They are purple and blue and have suckers on
and sometimes I see them and shout:

They have my eyes and my hair in a lock!
And they are tying these ropes to my lashes!
And on my pale arms and shin bones I've seen
purple and blue pus-blood gashes!

Out of these cuts come more of them,
more sucker-filled fat coils of woe.
My father cries out for his lost girl
while my tentacles wrap round his toe...

Until I infect everyone in the world
until I have caused mass destruction,
I will not be happy, I will not be good,
so I continue my disgusting seduction!
I thought I would create a childish tentacle poem because I love nothing more than children's rhymes of gross things.
alice scott
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alice scott  England
(England)   
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