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There’s A Poison In My Brain

there’s a poison in my brain
that’s leaking from my soul.
droplets tooled with vicious teeth
but listen; truth be told,

i like the way their chewing sounds
when Night applies his shroud.
they’re killing me with every bite
where death’n guilt ain’t allowed.

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