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Should it waste with worry

wicked

Should it bleed the blasphemy

bare

Should it cut quick quotes and not

carefully

Should it phase forward to vomit it’s

fare

A warning

for the word war you

requested

welled up in my rye view of

you

I create a cruel world to crawl out 

in

I spit air in the slightest sanction of

proof

All your words in worlds

recycled

beaten battered around

tell me how I differ from

fractions

probability weighing me

down

I am every one of

them

Tell me who heard the words first?

I waste in worry for your

wicked

demon eyes to tear open and

disperse