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Spit Me Out
Tenderness is stooped with rage
torn by those anxious eyes
with the scent of a rotting phage
memory a corpse surrounded by flies
Pity slowly weeps from my bones
in spurts of sweet release
the dry rivulet quietly groans
as thoughts bleed and quiesce
Peel these sweet rivers of flesh
in an aching back arch quiver
from the mound spews afresh
cold eyes a mischievous sliver
From your mouth, trickles of doubt
slick hatred oils my glistening skin
open wide and you spit me out
slit under your nose cracks a grin
torn by those anxious eyes
with the scent of a rotting phage
memory a corpse surrounded by flies
Pity slowly weeps from my bones
in spurts of sweet release
the dry rivulet quietly groans
as thoughts bleed and quiesce
Peel these sweet rivers of flesh
in an aching back arch quiver
from the mound spews afresh
cold eyes a mischievous sliver
From your mouth, trickles of doubt
slick hatred oils my glistening skin
open wide and you spit me out
slit under your nose cracks a grin
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