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rats run through the walls scratching and chewing and fighting over my crumbs. i know your there... i see your tails and hear your nails skittering across the broken tiles a inch or two of plaster between you and me. you chewing through right by my tossing and turning head. the sticky traps catch dust the poison would **** the dog so we are left to the old rusty snaps the blood stained guillotine sticky with caked blood and hair of your fallen brothers and sisters and god knows how many other relations. i hate the snap i hate the painful squeals in the night i hate the ones that catch but dont die. i hate all that but not as much as i hate rats.
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Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 9:31 AM UTC
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rats run through the walls scratching and chewing and fighting over my crumbs. i know your there... i see your tails and hear your nails skittering across the broken tiles a inch or two of plaster between you and me. you chewing through right by my tossing and turning head. the sticky traps catch dust the poison would **** the dog so we are left to the old rusty snaps the blood stained guillotine sticky with caked blood and hair of your fallen brothers and sisters and god knows how many other relations. i hate the snap i hate the painful squeals in the night i hate the ones that catch but dont die. i hate all that but not as much as i hate rats.
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Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 9:31 AM UTC
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