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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Bitter Baby

Bitter baby bubbles and I feed it.
Is venom and flame and I stoke it.
Eats blood and so I slice.
Curls screams and I amplify.

Larger and uproarious it grows.
Deserving and just it grows.
Fair and hungry it grows.
Heavy and slimy it grows.

I should leave it started.
I should drown its breath.
I should burn quell its fury.
I really should. I really should.

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