Bleeding edge.
Crisp images of suffering.
Dark, crusted, festering growths.
The metropolis.
The bustling cancer.
Smoke filled center of gravity.
The gravity of the situation.
The pool house during summer.
Cesspool.
The poor house during winter.
Built for a king.
Slept in by cretins.
I washed in the southern waters.
Bathed in a ship wreck.
Cried in a burrow.
Died in a cocoon.
Buried at sea.
Oh native sun
Free me of your burden.
Save me from your nature.
Hide me from your light.
Cancer awaits at every corner.
She knows not why.
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