Poems from Literally Satan

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I'm the hippest coat on the rack just kidding no I'm not
The day momma died, And all the world sat down and sighed, I realized That the problem was inside. Not just inside me, you understand, Or...
and in the blink of an eye, as quickly as it came, it sublimates, disintegrates; it falls to the stardust it was made up of and blows away...
but what is it, when you identify with the dead? when you feel what it is to have once been, and to be no longer. that your soul has gone...

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