a shallow feeling ferments
sight a contemptuous slit
smileless lines align to enclose
a sharply curling serpent worm.
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You know what would be good right now?
An end.
Yeah, an end.
so i have to never
contemplate all the misery spent
on thinking how much longer?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
how much longer?
until i finish appeasing
the baleful twisted victors…
until finally someone admits
the foundation’s breaking…
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I must be buried alive
fully rotting already
feed upon the very hate that
seeps from my inescapable trap.
intotheindigo 