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A pound of flesh to take me home. My other skin is shedding off.
These white lights wait like I never learned how to. They tried to teach I just couldn't listen. I've heard it all, it's my final story. The moral of a fable that I've heard before. Slap my wrist with a wooden ruler. Draw straight lines down my chastity. Every notch will glow like a scarlet letter, every opened leg will spill the seed. I've heard this version called by a different name- a sweetness I had better not enjoy. Inside this mouth I will choke on laughter, outside it's punished for it's filthy sound. All we hope for is to die of laughter. So choke it out.
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