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I think you’re tired in my thin arms.
And your indifference’s kicking me out.
So just separate my cream out of your milk
Don’t be callous.
Press me out like a pimple.

I’m not jealous,
But my poems on your wallpapers
Will hunt you in your loneliness.
And the cat that I presented to you
Is purring on your chest,
Where my head used to lay before.
Where my head used to lay before.

My muse is lost in deep red walls.
And in my mind I can see the way that she falls.
So just separate my cream out of your milk
Don’t be callous.
Press me out like a pimple.

You have enough fellows.
But this one and a half of time
Is never or but the waste.
And I’d like just to runaway
To forget your taste,
That my lips used to feel before.
That my lips used to feel before.


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