she tells me to **** it up like a sponge
shut my eyes tight and bite on my tongue
i can't help but feel like the kiss of death
one day i'll look around to find nothing left
everything i touch turns to dust
dirt, grime, nothingness, and rust
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
she tells me to **** it up like a sponge
shut my eyes tight and bite on my tongue
i can't help but feel like the kiss of death
one day i'll look around to find nothing left
everything i touch turns to dust
dirt, grime, nothingness, and rust
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