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Reside In The Bay
It's too late, my stomachs
full I just ate.
The girls with holes in
her chest is well at rest.
She resides in the bay,
full of fish she sways.
Hard to go from the trauma,
at least it beat the drama.
The sound so loud it cracked,
in death nothing it lacked.
They tore through the whore,
so big like a sore.
She took lust and put it before
trust.
