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SALT LINT
SAAAAAAA
Salt
hahaha
ew: hahaha yes
me: Liiinnt
ew: let's call him salt
me: Salt Lint
ew: yesss
salt in my wounds / lint in my hair
me: get the hell out of my
where
ew: there is nowhere for him to go
he doesn't seem to have a home
he lives to be angry
me: to mess up the kiss with sweat
the taste of wrongness on his lips
ew: to light the wall on fire
and see the sky
me: dry lips of cursing words
sick
ew: hot breathes make the skin crack
it breaks around him
me: bake him
bake his french baguette
ew: hahahaha
Sent at 11:35 PM on Monday
me: petite
french
bread
never eaten
by hot dogs
ew: sad faced man
why do you worry so
me: why cant he communicate
DJ Emily WhatSon & Eliane YuMMy
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