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the fate of the men who killed me.

By November 2, 2025No Comments1 min read

wood
whould
would you love to love me?

i’m single
ready to mingle
i’m pretty
but i guess i’m just settling
or settling in

with jet pack blues
and your turquoise shoes
and your brand new muse.
fuck yous.

like judy does
i have the buzz
she’s my grandna
i love her cuz
she too sweet
she’s gonna die
she’s got VHS’s
lying high.
too high
walls of VHS’s
to my demise
the boys that love me
love my grandma
so i die.

you’re the last death i remember.
baby come home

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