Whooping,
A coughing delight
I rattle down
the last puff,
unnerving my senses
that brew
my certain demise
Wanton,
I drool my
quivering thoughts
down the spine;
doing away
any kinship with life
Toying my breath
Cavernous,
your gory charm;
forfeiting momentous heave
pledging the debt
seasoning the lard;
bologna to thy taste.
Did I do any wrong!
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