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(J. Roberts)hemorrhage manbleeds from the facegets the red stuffall over the placehe wipes it offwith his capecausing the maidto go shit apehe flies highover the treesand picks his zitsas if they were fleashe picks at the scabsthat cover his kneeswhile eating his favoritemoldy swiss cheesehe looks for evilwith a watchful eyewhen he was in collegehe joined theta chiand how is it thathe stops his foeswith a great rush of bloodfrom out of his nose
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