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Nov 2019
ya know...
i can go to work every day
and still feel like my life has no meaning
i can feel the void stroke my cheek
it drawls over my neck, whispering "shh, shh
it'll be over soon, just follow my lead"
i almost want to, but i remember
the feeling of losing is much worse than giving in to a bull
a bull with very nice legs and stockings
they almost remind me of a woman i knew long ago

a woman who took my temperature in 6th grade
and told me i was going to to be great one day
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   Riz Mack
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