razorlove
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pudding melts and -paper days i hear your voice -scratch over me my skin is grey -and unfortunate you like the weather -when it rains always pushing it -to fall out of my sight and into your eyes -so you can pretend to give at least a shit -about wanting me in this hateful way -and forcing love with razorblades. -you're chopping it. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 09:20 AM PST 0 • 10
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