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Flirting with the brim of a dripping cauldron of jealousy, feet sloshing around in all the hate. I heard once, if you fill a bathtub with tobacco water and give it a soak, your body will drink it in, and it will make you sick. That thought crosses my mind as my skin turns a sensational green, the same as the dripping/sloshing/sucking cauldron I slip. Sinking deeper into the sloshing/sucking/stunning green goo, stunned. I attempt to claw myself out, sinister, colder than I thought, calcifying.   Her perfect little fingers wrapped around my ankles. Drowned in a dripping cauldron of jealousy, silently suffering in all the hate.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
Bathtub of Tobacco
Flirting with the brim of a dripping cauldron of jealousy, feet sloshing around in all the hate. I heard once, if you fill a bathtub with tobacco water and give it a soak, your body will drink it in, and it will make you sick. That thought crosses my mind as my skin turns a sensational green, the same as the dripping/sloshing/sucking cauldron I slip. Sinking deeper into the sloshing/sucking/stunning green goo, stunned. I attempt to claw myself out, sinister, colder than I thought, calcifying.   Her perfect little fingers wrapped around my ankles. Drowned in a dripping cauldron of jealousy, silently suffering in all the hate.
bekka-walker
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
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