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It's My Karaoke
All things dead, it's my karaoke, I might as well be a
frigging corpse with a pale case of psoriasis peeling
my flesh lying in a coffin in my going away suit low
down beneath the ground where Mama nursed me
back to death with chapped lips and tooth decay in a
dead sort of way exploring the shadows defining my
catharsis wetting my tongue in an erotic stupor of
youth in Dark's distemper and vermouth of all things
dead
frigging corpse with a pale case of psoriasis peeling
my flesh lying in a coffin in my going away suit low
down beneath the ground where Mama nursed me
back to death with chapped lips and tooth decay in a
dead sort of way exploring the shadows defining my
catharsis wetting my tongue in an erotic stupor of
youth in Dark's distemper and vermouth of all things
dead
Published 30th Sep 2024
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