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Dec 2016
I can't breath
too close to me
beauty it hurts
it hurls the oxygen
I can't breath
too close to me
everything I'll never be
ice cold babe
devour the weak
you are made of stars
I am made of dust
irrelevancy
suffocating
lock the door
in the morning I'll freeze
CryoBabes don't talk
to Povys like me
Povy or Pov-Poor,
slang for a person of low economic status with no prospects, usually ****** in appearance and mannerisms.
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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   WickedHope
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