You have to kill me
Before I grow tiresome
Of living at home
Just empty crying.
You have to unload
And pack my belongings,
Honey, before I explode!
Unfulfilled just, longing.
You have to kill me
With your little lost mitten —
If, you want to keep me
'I won't leave any fingerprints
Any bruises, Honey
If I squeeze your neck, Honey
Just trust me'.
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