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poker face, deadpan hemoglobin lips, body gore, angel cake (tastes just fine coming back up) sins of the flesh, why can’t i scour below the skin? call me baby girl, make me cry, i’m afraid to say it, hit me, i want your attention, harder, excoriated before you, glimmering ***** cherry scented and bleeding. bile, tabula rasa, i know better, but i’ve got a cavity to fill, sweet heart, rotting on the tile floor, i leaned over, retched, and trespassed god’s will to be clean again.
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
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poker face, deadpan hemoglobin lips, body gore, angel cake (tastes just fine coming back up) sins of the flesh, why can’t i scour below the skin? call me baby girl, make me cry, i’m afraid to say it, hit me, i want your attention, harder, excoriated before you, glimmering ***** cherry scented and bleeding. bile, tabula rasa, i know better, but i’ve got a cavity to fill, sweet heart, rotting on the tile floor, i leaned over, retched, and trespassed god’s will to be clean again.
rebecca-lawson
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
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