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:I am the taste of stale lemon cookies from grandmas pantry I am room temperature coffee staining your tongue and stomach lining A small tickle in the back of your throat causing gigantic miniscule sweet baby coughs Not enough A shower that just can't seem to get warm I am entirely too underwhelming Me. Indelicate angelic **** up Beige walls to match my mild touch. I do not burn You're feelings never hurt Id say I'm sorry but my voice is a humming of drums on fingertips Sticks beat the vibration of voice off it My slushed thoughts slashed into I have nots caused you lots and lots of boredom so you stopped listening to me accept i don't think you were ever listening for me cause you just wanted to hear a story about a **** girl whose hips made circular movements not innocent but there were pink cotton ******* and i hade baby lips
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
Angelic **** up
:I am the taste of stale lemon cookies from grandmas pantry I am room temperature coffee staining your tongue and stomach lining A small tickle in the back of your throat causing gigantic miniscule sweet baby coughs Not enough A shower that just can't seem to get warm I am entirely too underwhelming Me. Indelicate angelic **** up Beige walls to match my mild touch. I do not burn You're feelings never hurt Id say I'm sorry but my voice is a humming of drums on fingertips Sticks beat the vibration of voice off it My slushed thoughts slashed into I have nots caused you lots and lots of boredom so you stopped listening to me accept i don't think you were ever listening for me cause you just wanted to hear a story about a **** girl whose hips made circular movements not innocent but there were pink cotton ******* and i hade baby lips
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
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