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I shoot up with your nail polish to remember what you smell like. Out of all these specks of dust, you’re my current favorite. You deserve nothing less than the stars that awe you; yet I have the audacity to present you with a lighter. You’re a poem and I’m a silly cartoon but I’m trying to be real; not a robot anymore. My stomach fills with pterodactyls when your emerald eyes want to eat me. I just hope I taste good but I know I won’t be sweet enough. Death is hungry so why don’t you kiss me as many times as you can before his order is up? I want to be that spider you swallow in your sleep, suffocating in your guts; dying, but warm. In about a month, I’ll be coming back. But will you answer your phone? Will you answer it? Will you?
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