Shut it,
shut it the fuck up,
because I was so tired of hearing you in here,
you were getting to comfortable in my room,
in my vanity,
but I always miss you the minute we reunite,
because I don't know myself as well as I know you,
maybe you would let me staple your mouth,
staple it all the way shut,
tight,
tighter,
so I could go soundly with the sheeps,
and without you
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