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Tuesday, March 4, 2014


S’no clambake

he said lacrimose

ill pretend she’s your girlfrayend

no rhythm, nervous energy, wants to contort

every which way, ascolana breath

beat back my chapped lips

“dat’s dead skin baby!”

he can’t just be an asshole. you need a reason:

he’s an asshole.
Posted by Nicholas Castellucci at 3:14 AM
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