g l u t t o n y

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he takes and takes
filling up his mouth with the filth
the lies trickling down his mouth like rum
the poison spilling from his lips
leaving his body hungry for more

It leaves him sick
filling up his mouth to the point of combustion
His lovers sin, too much for him to handle
yet he tries

He inhales the filth spewing from his mouth
One by one, sometimes in three
until his heart grows tired
And he can no longer speak

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