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Certainties ending in doubt
Silences beckoning shouts
Awkward, as fan-fiction goes
Unbox the ears of the pig
Polish the apple with shit
To be the fanner
Or the flame?
I am the bearer of the debt
I am the baker of the meth
My inanition grows wings
Inside your emotional sink
Champions of boyhood, don't fear
Feelings unrealized and queer
My inanition grows wings
Inside your emotional sink
Champions of boyhood unite
Every move dripping with spite
Slightly less than you had hoped
But just enough to make you choke
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