Digging like an earthworm,
consuming soil.

My mouth is full of rot, and decay.

Regurgitating,
my transgressions
on display.

Somewhere during the healing hour,
a flight path breaks apart.

And our harmonic oscillations
cease to spin.

Decay, and rot,
coming from within.

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Digging like an earthworm,
consuming soil.

My mouth is full of rot, and decay.

Regurgitating,
my transgressions
on display.

Somewhere during the healing hour,
a flight path breaks apart.

And our harmonic oscillations
cease to spin.

Decay, and rot,
coming from within.

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