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Medicated-Genius
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take that kiss back put it on the rack you save for sorry arse cases it's not me never could be would walk on my fingernails a mile for the smooth creamy drippy smile there's this chick she calls it the gagoong and I have my very own star splintered with colour hanging from my ceiling and a shiny new something somewhere close my clothes are old and too loose and I will pick the thread like a scab and watch it bleed steeped a cold bath of potent I dont believe a word of this my veins get tired of getting excited over just a sound......... stoopid
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hi
random thought spew, whoever says purging aint good.
How's you and yours?
Medicated Genius I like this type of writing, run ons and loosey goosey.. I like your work, thanks
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
we are doing really well... thank you
you and yours?