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the whores,
oh yeah the whores,
I love them, I think
I love them all


with eating disorders and abandonment issues
with the runs in their stockings
handbags full of things that I don't need to make sense of
like the way I like the way the other pillow smells
after SHE leaves

and I don't need no woman to tell me how bad I've gotten either

but how loud can a rusty bell be?
in a merlot stained anhedonia party dress
and weaponized four inch heels
trying to scare all those bad things under the bed back away
and wash off all of her own monster make up with a good cry


the whores,
oh yeah the whores,
I love them, I think
I love them all



Written by johnrot
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