The Eye

It's the eye of the hurricane,

when you call me late at night,

your voice laced with weed and limerence,

and beg to be inside of me once more.

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Location not found, last seen in his bed. His location not found, last seen in someone else's bed.

I inject 300 mg of medication into my thigh every 14 days, which hurts less than whatever you're doing to me. Sometimes I mess up and hit...

Your slutty little glasses Making me want you Lingering stares between us