Sickly, sweet thoughts fill my mind
Sickly, sweet smells fill my nostrills,
Sickly, sweet tastes fill my mouth,
Sickly, sweet sounds fill my ears,
and Sickly, sweet screams fill my lungs.
Last Gasp, where bad poetry, poor political analysis, and meaningless observations come to die.
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