Split milk

 

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I will split you with this forked tongue

You won’t know  until it’s done

When half of you yearns

While the other squirms.

I will unleash what’s inside

A wicked tempest and tide.

Call me Pandora.Scream my wretched name

It’s not a game.

Well… not for you.

Do you deserve it ? Do you think you do?

Think. Think. Think.

Your creamy milky skin is ugly now.

Split. All over the floor.

I won’t cry over it anymore.

(c) Slumpless

 

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