Parts of a whole.
I know your needs they’re sexually transmitted through the airwaves when you breathe.
I’ve seen the damage, that was left but.
Debauchery seems ever, ever so sweet.
Like parts of a whole. X3
Alone were incomplete.
I know your fears they’re bottled up like unopened wine I wasn’t supposed to drink.
.I got some ideas, wrote them all down.
To wonder later,
What the fuck does that mean?
Sometimes, you need a shoulder and.
Sometimes, you need a friend.
Like parts of a whole.
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