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Mar 2020
chewing her words she bit her lip
then trying not to bite her lip once again, she bit her cheek. still chewing the same, she couldn't stop bothering the hole in her cheek with her tongue.
which she bit soon enough.
what could have been a fine sentence,
one made to make someone feel good,
wound up coming out of that grinder,
covered in spit and blood.
Jericho's little brother
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Jericho's little brother  58/M/Earth
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