If it rains hailstorms and my face is scarred by ice, please do not rescue me, you are not welcome. if i need a transfusion and you have bounty in blood, leave me be, keep your red puke If yours is the only seed that can impregnate, keep it, keep your nasty little demons and if by chance you think you feel love for me Shove it up your ass and squeeze.
You’re such a good writer. Excellent piece. D.
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Thank you.
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