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Deep in the depths of my womb there lies my rotten eggs. The potential of halve beings My contribution of madness to the world.
Someone once told me I was damaged goods. That I was broken, And could not be mended. Someone once told me It was really no wonder That no one loved me ...and I agreed with them.
It all comes to this. One, one two, one two three, one two three four. These poems, such a masterpiece Heck, you'd be a fool to ignore.