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Cornflakes

My blood is spilling on the floor,
I look at my wrists and see nasty gore.
My heart is broken and torn in two,
the cornflakes guy on the radio is really rude.
But I ran out of cornflakes late this morn',
it seems all I have left is this simple poem.
So as i fight my last heartbeat,
I hope to death tom cruise I will meet.

Author notes

Horses turn me on.

Do you touch yourself at night?

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