Your appetite for others pain is growing.
Throwing anything I can find at you,
I throw my words.
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this poem is written weird...the last part was written first, the second third and the third well you get the point...it's based on a messed up dream I had awhile back and I happened to live through the dream to tell about it in poem form...
For those who think I may have spelt the title wrong I did not...I meant to spell it that way...