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We are rotten now. You are rotten, moldy, putrid with disease. I'll separate my pristine state from you. Get the **** away from me. You are rotten now. You are contagiously, disgustingly rotten. I'll pretend there's still some use in you, Throw you in the compost, forgotten. You are a memory. Overripe, painful, noxious. You were a part of me. Infecting, stinking, rancid. This is my goodbye to you This is the routine compost. This is how I say, "We're through," This is how I let you go.
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
Rotten (Routine Composting)
We are rotten now. You are rotten, moldy, putrid with disease. I'll separate my pristine state from you. Get the **** away from me. You are rotten now. You are contagiously, disgustingly rotten. I'll pretend there's still some use in you, Throw you in the compost, forgotten. You are a memory. Overripe, painful, noxious. You were a part of me. Infecting, stinking, rancid. This is my goodbye to you This is the routine compost. This is how I say, "We're through," This is how I let you go.
Through poetry, aren't I sweet. Another eight year friendship strikes the dust.
QSaint
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
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