A pinwheel of emotions,
but the wind is dying down.
Slower now, the once erratic changes.
Traceable.
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Ha! Haha!
That's what you thought.
Step back baby, I'm...
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dying! Ugh...
The pain is wrenching,
peeling my skin away...
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and uncovering a hidden love!
A better me,
one who could...
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rip you limb from torso!
Pull out your putrid guts and
stomp until I got too disgusted
to have you defiling my...
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toes. Hey, those are some
weird appendages.
Piggy - yet twiggy.
Plump and pink,
ripe for the picking. Or licking.
Tickling. That's sickening. And riveting.
Blasted rivets always punching holes in this and that. And this.