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Nov 2010
i'm keeping all of your shirts
i would **** all over them and mail them to you
but i like the way they fit

all of my friends loathe you
they told me you were basically a ******
i said they were full of ****

and on to the next host
to **** dry and feed frantically on false love
a mark pulses where you bit

was it the ***
that bred this bond? was it *******? because
you never found my ****
Written by
ARR
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