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My chin is ****** in the piles of plastic cups After nibbling myself out, the tables are bused Onward unlatching, mussed my steady cause- she was seducing my balance, I had to adjust She dented concrete when sussed She saw my incision and continuously cut She saw my face when her description didn't fit To be weak, anemic, and homeless I admit it Now that my leash is leaking out of the tub I'll remain spiraling like when in cuffs
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
Balance
My chin is ****** in the piles of plastic cups After nibbling myself out, the tables are bused Onward unlatching, mussed my steady cause- she was seducing my balance, I had to adjust She dented concrete when sussed She saw my incision and continuously cut She saw my face when her description didn't fit To be weak, anemic, and homeless I admit it Now that my leash is leaking out of the tub I'll remain spiraling like when in cuffs
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
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