Shoot

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Lying in bed drunk as hell, yeah?
Down to my knees, can you tell, yeah?
Condescending

Breathe through your nose, yeah?
Bleed in your pose, yeah?
Shotgun blast

Back of my throat, slides down, smooth?
Swallow you down, ready again, yeah?
Can you pull off all of my skin?
Yeah.
Can you break all of my bones?
Yeah.
Can you build me a new?
Yeah.
Create me into, what you, want?
Yeah.

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

Can you be more condescending?
Yeah.

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tazz317tazz317almost 7 years ago
CONDESCENANCY I DONT KNOW

but subserviant and malleable, extremely, TK U MLJ LV NV

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 7 years ago
best work does

not come when you are drunk . Sober up and try a gun, I mean try again

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