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Brains of Mashed Potatoes
My heartbeat’s wrath
Pitter pat, pat
When I see the house that
We used to love in.
Now all worn and broken.
The tortures of the used to be’s
And haunting memories
Mangle my mind into mashed potatoes.
Who will know more woes
Than those with brains of mashed potatoes?
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