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i love like a mangled dog, rummaging through the grimiest corners for some sort of semblance of tranquility disguised as chaos fangs constantly bared but ceaselessly yearning to be a subject of someone’s affection tell me, how do i stop loving like this? contorted. star-eyed. gullible. tell me, how do i stop being loved with anything but love? until then, i’ll still wait for you by the porch tied on a leash too close to my pulse. i’ll keep on waiting. (when) are you coming back? are you coming back?
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Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 8:00 AM UTC
to bite the hand that feeds you
i love like a mangled dog, rummaging through the grimiest corners for some sort of semblance of tranquility disguised as chaos fangs constantly bared but ceaselessly yearning to be a subject of someone’s affection tell me, how do i stop loving like this? contorted. star-eyed. gullible. tell me, how do i stop being loved with anything but love? until then, i’ll still wait for you by the porch tied on a leash too close to my pulse. i’ll keep on waiting. (when) are you coming back? are you coming back?
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Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 8:00 AM UTC
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