2,322 : 13 ?Very much a corrupt globe
oblong and irregular black pitch glob
an unctuous oil held in the cells
a gelid skin holding in the death life throb
You might imagine
such a little chunk might blow your mind
You wouldn’t be wrong
love and hunger are blind
the black oil oozes out to coat
your tongue
listen to the melody that
black oiled corrupt globule sung
What is the song of the day?
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