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Dennis Willis Feb 23
Wakey wakey
Corn flaky

I've got your serial
of hearts poured
out

I know I
will be
a fine time

But am I dinner
Lunch
Or breakfast time

Or will
I just be left
to pine

[email protected] Dennis Willis
Jindomess Apr 2014
I did it
He's not getting up
His blood is on my hands
Wait
Did I do it?
I don't even know

This can't be real
How can this be real
It's impossible

The body is on the floor
Looking at me with it's dead eyes
My eyes
Hand is clenched holding onto something
My hand
Face frozen in fear
My face

Am I looking at my own body
Wait...
Who am I?
Does this **** even makes sense

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