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slopped it up
slipped it up
what a mess of things
all the air - it stings
coughed my hand down
slut tattoo kept alive her
fairy tale, your fabled crown
digital intercourse
fucked my waking light
slept on heartbeat to check
still around?
we’re breathing
keeping our cancer underground
ink on my tongue
missed her complicated skin
prayed over my body
I needed it so bad
I needed it too bad
I needed it so bad
