Leaving me with all her laundry dirtied soiled
not by me or her
making me watch unstable
things trying to blink closed an eye wide open
her finger plunged into my other society
for I live on both sides of the track
loving me for my madness
knowing I never
wash the fingers that pick
her nose..) it(s..filling...barely a tooth..
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