wet palms and dry lips paint a skyline of wide hips
i cough cool and bleed spit and write wrongs with a tight grip
i shoved off and called to quit, don't doctor me we're counterfeit
see me in you and go with it,feign sex fiends with sissy shins
fall for me passively like a heel slit
agressively address the past me like you're dope sick
i sew my mouth shut around the worst of friends
say argo nunya to the rest of them
duck out the last month to avoid eviction
should probably stop now and call this fiction
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