Poetic

I’m the same, I am the same

Bodies burning
Monkies learning
To chew off, spit out, in mouth
Masseter churning
I am the 4 a.m. dead lady gurning
I’m the same, I am the same
Insane, slain
Fallen to my grave
I’m eternally turning

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