By iLLbLeEd
Date: 26 March 2001

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drink the bleach
swallow me (w)hole
coz there’s a whole lotta something
contained in this nothing-you call me
alone on a kitchen counter
the overcooked eggs simmering in formaldehyde
i gaze  at an unforgiving sun
my eyelids bleed

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