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i want to perform an exorcism on myself bite into candles so rough wax’ll become sewn to my mouth and i forget how to flick my tongue to form your name. i must be as close to you as my thighs are when i sit down, mature inward upon ourselves like legs crossing, calves behind kneecap. count the number of girls who pretend to be someone else during *** then count the number of girls who say softer softer softer please and i’m sorry, i promise the first will win because chilly air can make us light-headed and nauseous; harder harder always just distracts. i want to swallow guns and swords, then tell my friends the bruises came from you – they kind of did.
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
distractions
i want to perform an exorcism on myself bite into candles so rough wax’ll become sewn to my mouth and i forget how to flick my tongue to form your name. i must be as close to you as my thighs are when i sit down, mature inward upon ourselves like legs crossing, calves behind kneecap. count the number of girls who pretend to be someone else during *** then count the number of girls who say softer softer softer please and i’m sorry, i promise the first will win because chilly air can make us light-headed and nauseous; harder harder always just distracts. i want to swallow guns and swords, then tell my friends the bruises came from you – they kind of did.
sarina
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
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