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Putrefaction
I love to the point of hate
I lust to the point of distaste
Anything I touch turns into waste
Anything I covet eventually breaks
Dismay dismay, I don't mean to plummet your way!
I am a black sheep that paints itself gray
Hiding embarrassingly my deep within decay
I smell like death, please don't cross my way
I smell like death, thus a sign that I cant shake
I lust to the point of distaste
Anything I touch turns into waste
Anything I covet eventually breaks
Dismay dismay, I don't mean to plummet your way!
I am a black sheep that paints itself gray
Hiding embarrassingly my deep within decay
I smell like death, please don't cross my way
I smell like death, thus a sign that I cant shake
Published 24th Nov 2015
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