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Feelings on Friends on Coke
Now that's eight cokeheads I know
Huddled hawing in squalid corners.
's how it is, no?
No, not really, more shine than squallor
More butcher cleaving red raw meat until he strikes
A jewel poor beast choked at water
And now he's soiled in eyes
Of butcher. Red raw meat looks better now.
And though it changed, till soon it died
Twas still the same, forever cow.
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Eat me
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