These walls are yellow sometimes their gold it's hard to see what lies beyond the creases and look close a brown a brown like something a rusty kind of substance I can't seem to get any closer to the stench the smell and the vulgar mess still I can find beauty in the hideousness trash running over who's going to take it out it's nobody's job everyone's talking about no one's accountable who here is responsible meanwhile the maggot-infested parasites in plain view rotting ,decaying pool of death
The Immortal Wize
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