the fruits of time ripen before time begin to rot I am a witness of the decay each evening I return home devil has laid its hands on my appendix and my bladder, ripping them out there's blood on devil's hands and pain in my eyes and painkilling pills clenched between my teeth it's an otherwise pleasant sunny morning my dining hall filled with putrid smell of garbage the places I have never been to, do they miss my presence? fortunate anyways. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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