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She’s my fuzzy love, my medicated mornings that roll over, turn in, turn out, and spin my stomach til’ he falls out with my head. She is not sorry. No diazepam apology ever graced my ears. No beta-block bargaining, No fluoxetine forgiveness. She’s cold and hard but soft when I need support- I fall right through her flimsy grasp. She’ll tell me she misses me as she comes up with my ***** She says she wants a break when I swallow her. One time I crushed her and sniffed her. One time I drowned her in whisky. One time I sprinkled her like seasoning. She ****** me every time.
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
FuzzKill
She’s my fuzzy love, my medicated mornings that roll over, turn in, turn out, and spin my stomach til’ he falls out with my head. She is not sorry. No diazepam apology ever graced my ears. No beta-block bargaining, No fluoxetine forgiveness. She’s cold and hard but soft when I need support- I fall right through her flimsy grasp. She’ll tell me she misses me as she comes up with my ***** She says she wants a break when I swallow her. One time I crushed her and sniffed her. One time I drowned her in whisky. One time I sprinkled her like seasoning. She ****** me every time.
c-j-baxter
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
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