Poetic Suicide
chaos, love, and emotions
run through my veins
like fiery stool through the
colon of a mexican
the pain of my soul is
almost comparable to that of
a staph infection
the bright lights in my eyes
shine through the dark
dank cellar door of your
diaper
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