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Jan 2018
these are the conditions i **** myself under

never wanted anyone to smell me from the inside
feel the rattle neath my skin
i never wanted my skull to be a keepsake

sometimes you get so mad you could break your own neck
you could key every car in the parking lot

don't cry
i've got two
two
one for me
and one for you
Rose
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