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What are these breasts but
Anger and sadness unearthed?
I rip them off and eat them till
My stomach turns and I spew
Forth the rancidity.
My mouth is bitter with foul things;
My tongue curdles crouching
In its own excrement crowded
In this cave of decay:
Teeth like dead meat, and down
My throat vines and broken witches’
Fingers claw all voice and breath
Away.
Anger and sadness unearthed?
I rip them off and eat them till
My stomach turns and I spew
Forth the rancidity.
My mouth is bitter with foul things;
My tongue curdles crouching
In its own excrement crowded
In this cave of decay:
Teeth like dead meat, and down
My throat vines and broken witches’
Fingers claw all voice and breath
Away.
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