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I'm so dirty

Filthy and used

Flotsam bobbing away on the surface of a greasy sea.

Disturbed minds facing the only calm before the storm

The only calm there is to be at all

Bleed me.

Cut me open

Pour out the disease,

Until I'm but a husk

Salty, and dry to the taste.

Damaged goods

Useless to any buyer

Worth even less to be consumed

Leaving only bitter, but dried tears

And a sour taste

In the mouths of all who swallow.



July 24th, 2:25 am