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Feb 2022
Pencil skin, the time won’t scare me, no - hah, I mean - stick a song into your pretty ear and what do you get? That’s just about it, make something of it at least. All of this, time wasting, pen caps missing,  I don’t need an education I need oblivion on a friday. And this house is safe enough, pull back the covers and yell - i’ll leave the lights on. We don’t like each other. But we love each other. Walk past your window frown face, white paint. I don’t need anyone but myself. It’s not as if anyone else can ever know? Tick tac’s the sage stuffed heart thing -that **** is not mine - no I don’t need blood I’ll spill it. Please god just bring me some apple juice and let me walk into this photograph, can I wear vests in the summer this time round. I don’t think so - no pretty girl for you no sir no sir. It’s not as if I was given something and it was taken away, it’s that I thought of it -is that worse? No, the movies just make me more afraid. Nothings going to fix this. But I love you very much and always, I love you very much. It’s a kiss goodnight with a quick fist and I’ll make tea or something - you’ll see.
look at that
dust gum, hot stuff.
Strawberry Pilgrim
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Strawberry Pilgrim  121/in space somewhere
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