How do I purge myself of this flesh.
Of cats and lovers, and false brothers.
Bleach and crystals from the sea,
allow my stomach contents to flee,
with such ghastly haste.
Hateful gestures saved solely by a moments glimpse,
of serenity and reality.
This day was made for doing something real.
And so I'll decorate the walls with the past,
and the toilet bowl.
I'll end up with something cleaner.
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