Right through that screaming crowd, while laughing up a storm, until we were just bone, until it got so warm, that none of us could sleep, and all the styrofoam began to melt away, we tried to find some worms, to aid in the decay, but none of them were home, inside their catacombs, a million ancient bees, began to sting our knees, while we were on
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