Oh that sad
It dripped down me
Like cherry juice
And you licked it
Like a prized pie
At the state fair
And I'm sitting here with it
Smeared on my face
As if I ripped my teeth out
Nothing but sugar and dough
With a dollop of salt
And vanilla cream
On top.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
Oh that sad
It dripped down me
Like cherry juice
And you licked it
Like a prized pie
At the state fair
And I'm sitting here with it
Smeared on my face
As if I ripped my teeth out
Nothing but sugar and dough
With a dollop of salt
And vanilla cream
On top.
I honestly am confused by my brain
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