iron spikes making your tires blow like sliding on ice, out of control; stop trying to fight it and go with the flow as you spiral down the commode, like bodily waste being disposed of; that's the only thing that remains after eating you whole, that, and the smell of cheap cologne, that i occasionally burp up. tasted like a fake emcee with no flavor, generic and bland with nothing to savory, sad, cause i feel like you're even a waste of toilet paper.
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