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Aug 6
Putrid

Retched

Fermented

A cheap brie
Reeking
Molds of evil

If there were a heaven
And a Hell
You would be the King
Enthroned

Your dark soulless Eyes
All consuming
Spewing

And I?
The mere mortal unaware
I?
Your perfect prey - no more
I?
Have had enough
Written by
Nightingale  Beirut
(Beirut)   
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