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Knock knock bitch it's me again
Everytime I sit in a car while it's driving I imagine opening the door silently and just elegantly undoing my seatbelt to fall effortlessly into the room... rumble tumble I imagine my body smashing against the floor.. what I crave.
Deaths door.
Deaths door.
Published 15th Jan 2017
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