shit_poem_43
billy ray pirahna
the
trees
sat
quietly
plotting
my
demise
the
plate
was
alive
it
was
crawling
with
flies
(
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)
you
can
borrow
the
eyeball
but
you
won't
get
far
locked
in
a
box
in
the
trunk
of
my
car
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