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I was a side dish Being served unwillingly Split open with a 6 inch dagger Torn apart inside and out You were able to reach in Tug at my heart Rip me apart right from the core Then left the remains sprawled out A ***** mess Laid out dead center in front of me Rotting away For weeks, months, years Degrading over time Until there was nothing left But an empty dish Ready for a cleansing revival Just waiting for the next wholesome serving.
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
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I was a side dish Being served unwillingly Split open with a 6 inch dagger Torn apart inside and out You were able to reach in Tug at my heart Rip me apart right from the core Then left the remains sprawled out A ***** mess Laid out dead center in front of me Rotting away For weeks, months, years Degrading over time Until there was nothing left But an empty dish Ready for a cleansing revival Just waiting for the next wholesome serving.
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
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