The pieces of my heart,
weigh me down
and cut me,
Yet,
I ache from the lies you spun
and the time I spent with you.
The next time we meet,
you won't have teeth.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
The pieces of my heart,
weigh me down
and cut me,
Yet,
I ache from the lies you spun
and the time I spent with you.
The next time we meet,
you won't have teeth.
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