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Apr 2016
kiss the clouds till it pours down rain
onto
your baby skinned face
just keep milking it until
you steal every last drop
of its essence
to taste on your self righteous tongue
dont cut it slack
or it'll
take
you down a notch
be consistent
no emotion
don't disappoint
be that robot your father always wanted you to be
make him proud
daddy has the issues, i swear.
Written by
robin
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   Raven, ryn and Got Guanxi
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