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my resolve called a code and the nurse and i need your help to stop the wailing-- give me a home and i can nurse you with the blood under my skin. you see i am **** and jello and your face is such a sight for blind eyes and please go buy flowers for me-- while they're still fresh in their graves/ when you go i'll molt my feathers and choke on the honey you left me-- and with my red stained gloves i'll cut your umbilical cord. he'll be mine and i will be yours.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
Mother of Leeches
my resolve called a code and the nurse and i need your help to stop the wailing-- give me a home and i can nurse you with the blood under my skin. you see i am **** and jello and your face is such a sight for blind eyes and please go buy flowers for me-- while they're still fresh in their graves/ when you go i'll molt my feathers and choke on the honey you left me-- and with my red stained gloves i'll cut your umbilical cord. he'll be mine and i will be yours.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
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