At Last Out.
Go on woman,
Spit it out.
Spit it out.
Spit it out.
Spit it out.
Spit it out.
Spit it out.
Spit it out.
Spit it out.
Spit Centuries of conjealed Mucous
thats been settled in chest
Centuries of being held down
waiting 2 be coughed out of mouth.
Spit it.
Spit it Fucking out.
Out of 21st Century
at last pronounced
given,at last,birth.
(c)3/10/2021.Wired6.
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