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Taste me
In haste
I waste
Blood grit
Mind spit
Pound the head, common senses dread
Cutting ulcers within
Living under my skin
Inflict upon me
Thinking of you
Think
Reoccur opening mind pits
Dimensions gaining
My temple straining
Inside out feeling again
Inside
I've tried
To taste
Mind grit
Blood spit |
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