feeling unecessary wasted ugly pill maybe if you were here i'd know where to go and i see you now eyeing all the whores makes sense to numb pain slicing the blade melting into a covert charade that was your arms but felt better than nothing...and now i notice your eyes as they rape sunday dresses, beautiful tresses but she's slicing the blade. sideways glances and a cigarette at noon makes love sensible for coffee creamers. but quieter than the eyes roaming her gentle limbs were the tedious impressions as you melt into this blade.
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