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It's my defect, I say, my flaw. "Don't worry, there's only a little." You say, my hands in your hair, my nails are rather brittle. "It's completely legal. We're abiding by the law". You know, I say, they used to be bright red, And if you lift my dress- There you would have: my own man-made mess. "Nonetheless. They don't matter to me. Come back to bed." And I say, no, I think not, I should be in therapy, looking at a Rorschach chart Should be in a gallery, admiring the figurative art. I don't need you, I am the kettle, and you are the ***
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 11:29 AM UTC
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It's my defect, I say, my flaw. "Don't worry, there's only a little." You say, my hands in your hair, my nails are rather brittle. "It's completely legal. We're abiding by the law". You know, I say, they used to be bright red, And if you lift my dress- There you would have: my own man-made mess. "Nonetheless. They don't matter to me. Come back to bed." And I say, no, I think not, I should be in therapy, looking at a Rorschach chart Should be in a gallery, admiring the figurative art. I don't need you, I am the kettle, and you are the ***
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Feb 23, 2026 at 11:29 AM UTC
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