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. .T O M. .

Oh her sweet, valentine
feral thoughts, become you
Wishing the way she loves herself
watching the way she, lives, unaware...

And the seasons come and go
cold to warm to hot, beneath her window
Does she know, she makes you see her exhales turn purple in the mist?
imagining gloved fist spread thighs ~ for a kiss?
 
No.
She's so selfish.
Her ignorance shall be ~ your bliss...

She shouldn't ever have called you there
using ass naked tea parties as your, calling card
She should fear the work you do
She should only wish ~  for a man like you...

And she will love you, yes, she will
the way you've, memorized the stuffed animals on her bed
.. and every single prescription pill..
Ohhh, boy - does she know you die 10 to 20 deaths
within the stroke of a wrist
stroke of a wrist, stroke of a wrist
stroke
uhh
of a  
Mmmm
wrist?

There, right there

.. beneath her window?
Written by MothaTrombone
Published | Edited 29th Mar 2021
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