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Type: Poem | Source: pickles.org | Permalink: pickles
mental health,people say its quite fickle.and with the cards i was dealt,I'd say im in a pickle.for i have fermented for too longkept oil locked up in a jarand an elephant away with it toobut Mason can't take it any morerough oil, sanding down the glasstill it can no longer take the pressureand explodes with glass shardsThe cucumber implodes,spewing fire all overigniting the oilred hot shards,right infront of houston