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Organize an organon
Some scourging stuff
The scourging slow
Knitted brow
And cigarettes
Pleasure anyway
Organize a naked meal
Get rid of others, rid of me
I'm eating my feet back and
Eating ravenously and swallow.

Here is the barren
Perdition of being
That penetrates and eats me
From inside again
To accept
And accepting me
At this time is getting
Harder, nauseating.

But you find in me that odd spell
That madness leaves in tail
The tail appears wonderful
And although I'm wrong
The tail fallow me bright

Son of my eye
Son of me
Son of my eye
Son of me.

My eye
Stares on itself at last and I
My eye
Stares on itself al last and...

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