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symptomatic masturbator
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NO EYELIDS
they should’ve cut me open
when they had the chance…
a diseased heart, what with
this white night, compromised
that plight of chaos endured…
butter up another one for that
savage quicksand frying pan
the hellish whims of enemies
conquest to the behest of my
generation; in other words
a mess, attacking madness…
