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Dug up from the sand you have been buried in held aloft squirming blinded by heat and intensity of visions mucus runs across your face dripping with guilt and chemicals the aftertaste of corporation food. Fevered dreams held together with floyd moments rings around you raw,hollow,retching as you cough up self disgust. No softness here tears too ashamed to cry,too bitter tasting no conversation here only prattles and pity,unsure body squeezed like a writhing grub flesh and water swollen unpretty.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
sick.
Dug up from the sand you have been buried in held aloft squirming blinded by heat and intensity of visions mucus runs across your face dripping with guilt and chemicals the aftertaste of corporation food. Fevered dreams held together with floyd moments rings around you raw,hollow,retching as you cough up self disgust. No softness here tears too ashamed to cry,too bitter tasting no conversation here only prattles and pity,unsure body squeezed like a writhing grub flesh and water swollen unpretty.
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Australian
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
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