Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation chokes me like a mouthful of spiders,
Crawling in or out I don't know but I kneel to the gods of nausea in moments
Of reflection upon what I stole from a fifteen year old girl and not even a
Thousand seasons of rain could wash my leprosy from her body.

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