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fleas in my brain
the little hired creatures who
ram their fists through
tabletops
now sit upon my head;
they laugh:
"we got a tired one.
he shows no fight.
beat him! beat him!"
and they begin.
it's old...
ram their fists through
tabletops
now sit upon my head;
they laugh:
"we got a tired one.
he shows no fight.
beat him! beat him!"
and they begin.
it's old...
