i feel disconnected from the
blades on this fan, that im strapped to.
youve left me here for dead
eyes fixated on a lime green
blinking the witching hour into my soul
but a whore's a whore
you can change her clothes and spray her down
but a hose is needed to take her crown
her crown of oozing soars
and dripping genitalia
well i hope that when the cold comes
and youre looking for shelter
you realize that your fucking pussy
could fit your whole body in itself
so quick, create a rift, you filthy fucking whore.
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