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Ice Cream in Outer Space

(Was A Lie)

I took a long bath, soaked with lavender, vanilla, salt of seas. Could I become clean?
How savory is this familiar shame, forever stained .
I am the fallen, the soul; shattering of onyx,
once statuesque and stoic, behold!
This remnant and it’s debris.
sick sick sick!
Where I am there is no fix, I lay stagnant of mind and body of limbs.
A visable numerical scratch,
separate all femalia homo sapian,
(harvesting)
reveal a 5612-10456. Ending with a 6.
six six six!
feet under would be a luxury .
I’m a victim of the elected clown, a casualty of our nation and it’s lethal, absurd notions; Woe the Devils feat.
All lead to a self inflicted implosion
what is the insidious common theme?
The inevitability of our defeat?
 
A dream. A nightmare. The same.
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