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May 2010
i think my fate is sure to be
a house of cats and their ***
a house covered in fur and *****
and absolutely nothing to lose
i'd work a job to the bone
and then come swiftly home
i'll never marry up
i'll just refill my ******* cup.
Written by
Irene S
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