Beloved bean
unborn bastard child,
destroyer of lives.
How I hate you more than spilled wine blood,
and broken hearts.
How deformed are we
from snorting candy cocaine hearts,
from the filth encrusted bathroom stall
of our lives.
Your umbilical twisted neck
and pre-natal pains,
are just the start of another wasted life
dripping down my thighs.














Comments
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Who are we when we lose ourselves?
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Who are we when we lose ourselves?
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Einmal ist Keinmal!
Oh the things I could achieve if only I had a Monocle..
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Einmal ist Keinmal!
Oh the things I could achieve if only I had a Monocle..
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