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The girl eats me. She eats my hands. She starts with the fingers, and she's quick to the wrist. The girl beats me. I can't point to my assailant. I can't count the days. She's still at large. The girl eats me and eats me. She eats my hands in four bites, but it takes nine for my face. She moves like a woodpecker. The girl beats me and beats me. I'm too embarrassed to say anything. I tell my friends that I fell down the stairs; so clumsy. The girl eats me and eats me, again. She chews her food very well. I cry every time I think about those teeth and that tongue. The girl beats me and beats me, again. Hey take it easy... One of these days your really gonna hurt me.
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
The Girl Eats Me
The girl eats me. She eats my hands. She starts with the fingers, and she's quick to the wrist. The girl beats me. I can't point to my assailant. I can't count the days. She's still at large. The girl eats me and eats me. She eats my hands in four bites, but it takes nine for my face. She moves like a woodpecker. The girl beats me and beats me. I'm too embarrassed to say anything. I tell my friends that I fell down the stairs; so clumsy. The girl eats me and eats me, again. She chews her food very well. I cry every time I think about those teeth and that tongue. The girl beats me and beats me, again. Hey take it easy... One of these days your really gonna hurt me.
AND EATS ME AGAIN....
Saturdayjones
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
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