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sweaty sheets
my bed smells of
sweat, sickness,
and sex.
I don’t bother to change the
sheets
until you come around again
for the next fuck.
sweat, sickness,
and sex.
I don’t bother to change the
sheets
until you come around again
for the next fuck.
Published 11th Apr 2014
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2nd Jun 2020 8:54pm
Yeah
When you wanna remember it
And you not sure when you gon get it again
Nothing wrong with holding on to the memories that make the pain go away
When you wanna remember it
And you not sure when you gon get it again
Nothing wrong with holding on to the memories that make the pain go away
