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my body is a hole that is yet to be carved out into your eyes i want to be ****** in your palms and my sharp edges can i make you bleed can i make a mold for you out of my pain, my pain, my pain i'm completely in covered in flesh come be my adipose i'll empty you out skin be poked from within and giggles, bleak dimples moon-eyed the face is the outer space dark. suffocating. a graveyard of dead stars. can we be bigger than what we are can we suddenly stop to appear hide it's rampage everywhere i'm melting coming back frozen contaminated. there's no fixing it
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
Stomachache
my body is a hole that is yet to be carved out into your eyes i want to be ****** in your palms and my sharp edges can i make you bleed can i make a mold for you out of my pain, my pain, my pain i'm completely in covered in flesh come be my adipose i'll empty you out skin be poked from within and giggles, bleak dimples moon-eyed the face is the outer space dark. suffocating. a graveyard of dead stars. can we be bigger than what we are can we suddenly stop to appear hide it's rampage everywhere i'm melting coming back frozen contaminated. there's no fixing it
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
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