your lovesick pity grab
i'm not buying another popsicle of it
not one more fucking bite
now that those bins are empty
you have no reason more
no reason for being here
that scarlet, crimson donkey you rode in on
you can give it RIGHT back to the stable
master at whichever barn you
swindled it from
off with you, off with you for the longer
side of the equation.
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