spirit airlines: a growing tale
i had a dream that my penis fell off while sleeping next to you, and it was the greatest climax ive ever had-
the loss of will, not the person
it didnt come off like a bandaid, but more like a rose petal withering
adapting
why cant i adapt to you
i know you say you dont look but i feel it
your mothers eyes burning holes in my neck
hypocrite, weaving lies to save your ass
chop it off for me if you really dare
but let me go
Lascivious angel
im going to go to the bathroom
if you follow me, i don’t know what I’ll do
This poem is about:
Me
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