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by mu/en
Rated: E · Poetry · Children's · #2137804
New places are always different.
ripe tree, fruit pulsating
eat me screams on their flesh

what new hellworld is this

the banana is shooting long strands of itself
i hope its not jizz
the grapes have buttholes and the onions have nips

ive gone tits up my asshole and now the cucumber is melting into blood
feces on my face
ravaged by radishes, what a disgrace!
ill mannered to boot, as they berate me with lines like "just fade away!"
don't they know i'm already a ghost? feel me in the airwaves

i'd give a nickel to find an id that wasn't an idiot.
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