Come here honey, I won’t hit chou
I gitch you, you know?
My touch is like babies butts
like snow
Fallen still
People kill for me to touch them
Not the other way around
I found you anyway
puppy and lost
you cost me a hand and a shoe
Now runny and red
you slither away
A mess of a sheep
wooly too late
So much lamb’s blood,
wolf bait
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