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Jun 2019
I tore up the last pancake
it was made just for you
no milk attached
how vegan is that
no lactose for glue
the oil was all burnt up
are these pancakes or stew?

you never did care

for pancakes i made

now all in the air

the glasses thrown down and plates smashed up
you'll never again even drink from this cup

i won't bother to score with anyone more
i'll never again make this pancake for you,
i'd rather throw up
and you better grow up
You're not a kid anymore.
Penmann
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Penmann  35/M/Slovenia
(35/M/Slovenia)   
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