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I to die.
All sensation has dulled in this
Low standards, sick
feces on my knife

Now accustomed to
in taste and low in fat
Daily of fiber
The longer the strands as anus clenches

I've insane
I cannot be with
feces i season with
Morning eye crust and navel
Bleeding
breaks free from intestinal wall
To arrive on my
Or to when i anally mate

Ingestion = taking of in the mouth
= mixing and churning aids in digestion
Absorption = passage of nitrients the blood and lymph
= finally something I'll eat

Salivate, intake - digest, dilate - defecate, again

In all my studies of physiological
One thing is apparent - no thought is
as eating feces, or killing yourself or someone else
Love will hurt, fortunately, mine comes in squirts

Anus to anus - I've affixed a between us
A t-joint complete hose to a mask covering mouth and nose
To the monroe transfer
No amateur - I've covered all
Of anthropophagic copromania

A taste for
And epithelia
delight
Coprophelic

Copromantik. Anthropophagic. Coprpheliac. Pathomaniac.