Sluttish, They Say.

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When you try

To fly

Keep 'die'

At bay

And all you say

Is that these beauties lay

Knee deep

In your soul, they reap

You cry, I weep

You run, but I flee

To behold, to see

All the world, just let it be

You try, I die

All the times I sigh

This winter, this high

Wither, fall

Blue lights and ball

Red lights and Ten Feet Tall

You row, I swim

You flow, I brim

Walk here, climb there, trim

Your penchant, cut deeper

Keep talking, hush'er

Try bleeding, cut deeper

Hug

Drink mug

And totally, a slug.

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