Bastardizations of a good night;
Sullen moonlight pours recklessly through blinds,
Sickened stomach turns,
Eyes rill and flutter egg-white visions.
I am a joint rolled from Bible paper,
A blood blister in a hemopheliacs mouth.
You are an inkstain of poetical nonsense,
A burst pipe running lengthwise through brain matter:
The entire ****ing world.
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