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some honey buns in case you want them, i have

sandwiches in my pockets : come smoke with me. i won’t

fight, no

apologies for these boundaries. so

cough with me because you gave me strep and

that’s not poetic, i just have 

heartburn from these antibiotics now.


some texture in your eyes in case you

cry. you won’t : but don’t you know, 

it takes me a long time to be elastic again. so

ask for the hug you won’t get until

tomorrow, might be the last time i got


honey buns in my locker, i got

them sandwiches you only like when

you’re high : come say something sweet.

i’ll be back every time.

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