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Under the microscope

  • Poet
  • Feb 25
  • 1 min read

Think you got me under the microscope

Identifying me as a gram negative bacteria

Not telling them your coccus is small

Lysosomes keep falling down your face

Try to duct tape the mouth of a poet and she’ll kick you in the balls

Addicted to your punishments

Snorting the powder of your games

At this point I’m not sure if you cum or cry when my name comes up

Thought we were over the last time I saw you

Cried on the cobblestone as you laughed

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