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The day that you left me
Things began to turn
The wallpaper bled butterflies
The taps all spat out treacle
Water turned to blood
The fridge door hung limp
Jagged fangs bursting from inside
Thirsty for my sweat
The cooker turned atomic
All flayed souls and napalm shadows
Hate filled nocturnes and placental arias
Spiders crawled from under th...
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