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Better Than Beans On Toast.
Lewd, screwed and imbued.
Filled with what the fuck was that;
drugs, and snake-charmers hugs in spoiled foil
fucks them over, hypnotize the despise
into lies, beyond mascara laden cries.
Sucking, fucking. Who the fuck’s looking
at pustules pissing puss and blood?
Track-marks float, skin-septic spokes,
choked veins strained and screaming,
tortured, steaming, fucked yet gleaming eyed.
The needle piercing, not into an optic nerve just yet;
instead the flaccid penis feels the silver stainless steel
penetrate and flood the blood, unforgiving
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