worldtoconfirm
harness me sweetie like a rusted spoon in your pocket. wield me like a ribbit wields a frogs body. whistle me a toon, jerry would you oil that car. I love you like you were a bomb strapped to my chest. you can destroy me equally as easy as i can disarm you.
enter this tomb with me assort yourself and crinkle across the bedroom floor like you mean it this time. I was never one for directing not even for myself.peel it back she says. all the way. i ask her what. the crust. peel it away like your peeling the juice out of a lemon. such an odd way she said such a beautiful way. remove it like you would remove the skin from aching flesh and lymph.bye she says
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peelremoveentertombassortyourselfcrinklebedroomfloormeandirectingcrustpeelingjuicelemonodd