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If I rhyme, Maybe you would find my words beautiful, Finding something profoundly disturbing more chewable, Washed down with wine and cuticle, Your fingernails scraping down my throat Don't. I don't. I don't need that **** Maybe you would find my words beautiful. But ugly and disjunct, sitting, freely thinking I feel as though my train of thought has retrained it's tracks Let's go to a place I don't want to go to.
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Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC
Ugly. Disjunct.
If I rhyme, Maybe you would find my words beautiful, Finding something profoundly disturbing more chewable, Washed down with wine and cuticle, Your fingernails scraping down my throat Don't. I don't. I don't need that **** Maybe you would find my words beautiful. But ugly and disjunct, sitting, freely thinking I feel as though my train of thought has retrained it's tracks Let's go to a place I don't want to go to.
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Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC
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