Happy Piss.

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I'm back here to the dull white place.
Staring at this creature with gohstly face.
Goat eyes reflected and sparrow bones make the rest.
Standing there half naked or completely undressed.
Through crazed laughs such a weak try.
Staring through baked over eyes though I don't want to die.
I'm too scared of that commitment.
Standing im this dull room I wait for my shipment.
Happiness, happy piss.
It's done, I leave, I'm finished

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