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Apr 2014
Sour Rinds.
When I peel my body from yours;
I'm left with a feeling
That I shouldn't..
But still I am leaving.
You, and my heart;
To which I depart.
Left with a feeling
I burned at the start.
Written by
FecalCranium
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