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Ripped Apart,  Part 1

I've pinned open
thou eyes, to and fro,
I told you to stop,
but you wouldn't’ let go,
your ghastly whispers
and your nasty charm,
now just look at yourself,
you got no fucking arms.

Just look at those lips,
so gawky and weak,
where rhetoric trembles
as if they could speak,
you got sterile breath,
you got worms on your gums,

(and it was just about then,
that I ripped out his tongue)
Pishashee
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