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The Pyjamas

And you have your pyjamas on and think is this the way they are
going to find me tomorrow so you get up change into a clean one
The green one that looks lively like someone about to join a party
that was delayed by a sudden death.
“Doesn’t he look lovely? Did you know his tan came from a bottle?
Vain but otherwise he was ok, his habit of folding a sock in his
crotch to give the impression he was well endowed, ludicrous should
someone showing an interest. Nevertheless, he always gave me a lift
when I was going into town, he asked for nothing only that I let him
touch my breasts, he gave me 20 Euros.
I didn’t ask for the money- I’m not a whore- he just liked me.”
Look at him in his casket my sister used to clean his house once
a week and take clothes to the laundry, she always doubled the bill
I think he knew but never let on he did.
Then it was morning, I had a hot shower tested the blood sugar
Normal as usual but I’m bored of eating so much cabbage.
Written by oskar
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