On The Floor

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You said,
why do you leave your dirty tissues
everywhere.

You said,
you need to organise your kitchen
there.

You said,
if you don’t feel better, maybe I’ll come back
here.

And I bled,
I bled,
I bled.

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graelfae writes

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