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Misbegotten


Misbegotten
 
Where were you when was I falling down this hole?
Grasping for hands that never showed?
What harsh truth I discerned
when you up and fucked off
as if I were to be solely blamed.
Fortunately,
there's a secret I keep-
I brought a ladder 
and 
know where you rest your traitorous skull.
Don't make a peep or fall asleep
I am coming for you, creep. 

Joy4no1





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