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Though untaken, these steps I trace
To swallow my hands then by mistake
In attempt to mend my heart inside
Breathless, my lungs they choke and bind
And though my mind offers solution
My eyes wander in awe of pollution
To blend in my stomach the answers given
Through the wrong end escape the words striven

For a rancid smell to spread,
The stench of...

Reviews

[Vivian Gospel]

Ewwww gross... well if that is indeed what you have writte

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

I’m glad you understood it! Yes, it is exactly what I intended

[Vivian Gospel]

Scatty hahaha