| you_are_the_papercut_on_my_soul | ||
| afrika |
i've spent a long time flicking back and forth these paper slices dicing neatly, neatly nicking in a paper skin cell crisis i've had a lot of women baby but they can't cut me like you do you send me flicking skidding riding on a greyhound track for two but there ain't no horses lady ain't no scissors for this hole you're the nagging whiny skeeter of my papercutted soul |
050828 |
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| IGG |
you're deceptively small and inocuous yet sting like hell i don't know how you get there; you sneaked in and slashed me i doubt i'll notice when the wound you left heals. |
050828 |
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| unhinged |
and hearing your_voice again is like oh shit words_dont_say_enough |
100911 |
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| poet | still stings | 100911 |