stream of conciousness
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I
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, wasted once happy kids, lifeless souls, lifeless monsters, ghosts
Twisting into her,
the putrid sludge of self-deprecation,
tentacles of a slimy beast.
Malleable flesh open to disease, filth,
flung from the mouths of true monsters.
So eagerly bared to the world from birth,
