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I ate my hate Ripped it from within Pungent, putrid worms Wriggling in my hand Wanting to go back home To feed on my pain To shit fire in its place Wanting to nest and grow But even so I threw it in the pan Fried it up, crisp and brown Smothered it with ketchup And I Ate Every Bite A bitter pill to swallow The pill you make yourself Within, it subsumes But without, and comsumed It nourishes brighter things ~"~ |
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