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you want a steak of me meat and so you tell me to make enough to feed a family of eight, my heart break your fast and i hope it’ll last for your sake i take it back and apologize for your wait carve me up like lamb but that was my choice cut, with these too-dull scissors and hope it’s enough stuffed, but i’m all too empty yet tempting to taste, and i take pride in my succulent flank rank, i just want you to like what you see and if i’m still not worth it, i promise it’s free and i set this table and i poured the drinks and i took your orders and i smiled with teeth and you bared yours and i took it as compliment preened my feathers and offered you condiments you cleaned your plate and i guess i thought it meant that i finally made it the way you like but then you swept the china to the floor, porcelain poured all the way to the door, i only wanted you to adore me, but this here is the cost of want, i pluck up shards with bare hands and for once my blood runs hot.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC
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you want a steak of me meat and so you tell me to make enough to feed a family of eight, my heart break your fast and i hope it’ll last for your sake i take it back and apologize for your wait carve me up like lamb but that was my choice cut, with these too-dull scissors and hope it’s enough stuffed, but i’m all too empty yet tempting to taste, and i take pride in my succulent flank rank, i just want you to like what you see and if i’m still not worth it, i promise it’s free and i set this table and i poured the drinks and i took your orders and i smiled with teeth and you bared yours and i took it as compliment preened my feathers and offered you condiments you cleaned your plate and i guess i thought it meant that i finally made it the way you like but then you swept the china to the floor, porcelain poured all the way to the door, i only wanted you to adore me, but this here is the cost of want, i pluck up shards with bare hands and for once my blood runs hot.
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18/F/college, yay
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC
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