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Aug 3
You get
Bad eggs
From bad crows,
Your tangled tongue
Tickles my toes,
Punishment for the crime
Of trying to please?
Those aren't the flames of love
Around my knees,
They're the cackle and crackle
Of a crocodile's lies.
Remember when it was you
Licking my thighs?
Belly blackens,
Blisters swell,
I'll come back for you
From the fires of Hell.
Antigone Awkward
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Antigone Awkward
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