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May 2014
I brushed my teeth and
Fixed my bed once again
And washed my feet in the downstairs sink.

I stand on a pile
Queen of the towels
And ready myself for the fall.

Today was my curfew
So why aren't I asleep
Why aren't you putting me down
Like the good horse that I am.

I've worked my **** off for years
And I deserve better
You're working girl doesn't function anymore.

Come oil my joints
And join me in bed
Like you always do.
Written by
Vitis Lio
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