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

 

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