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Infection (Free verse) by nocturnalism Once upone a poon
The yeasty beastys grewn
Baking bread was her delight
While customers came for fresh loaves in the night
No shower
Leaves a taste of Sweet anâ sour
A douche all problems fixed
Until the next ride infectionix
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