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A very dark, free form poem. Not for everybody. No caps, no punctuation. |
| walls crap walls the color of crap politicians spew audiences writhe pundits fornicate the serpent flicks its tongue ten thousand die their blood turns to noxious fumes and cloaks reality in a sheath of hate i am frightened and crawl back to my womb to hide behind walls crap walls the color of crap |