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Acid Trip!!!

It foamed like flagrant tomes derived from yesterdays.

My breath it held mercy death beyond it's peak.


The tiny bit of life convulsed like puking rabbits.


I knew not my keep!


To chew the necks of those for sustenance.  

I shut their eyes, bent their hands.


I disfigured until the episode held no  relevance.

The meat was sweet,  the swallow sour. 

 My head held high,  my soul devoured! 
Letemdangle
Uploaded 08/30/2013
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