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ACHERON

ACHERON

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By: Ezekiel Gonzales

Nobody likes me, I guess I must decide
Little fuzzy worms,
All squirm,
Drinking them by the mouthful
‘SLURP’
 
They go down, an icky-sicky slime
It all feels so sure;
making my insides churn, scooping them up by the handful
‘LURK’

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They Know

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