~~~ BLUSKI ~~~
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Thoughts swarm bent brain cells, barely twitching muscles
in resistance against abundant masses of wicked, severed
emotions that overcome bodily functions.
Surging waves, flood veins within wornout skin with
toxic-Drama induced by treachery.
Only if the half-picked brain faltures, becoming weak
to blood thirsty desires creating self-combustion,
then nothing controlling all.
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