
I've been sleeping in the dead body
Of a dead deer out by I-40
I dragged it there as a bed
And consummated my love
In a purple stitch
Like a scratched out itch
I am ugly, I fear
I believe what I hear
And now the push has…
I’m distraught
.
he was good to me and I went and I soiled his love
How I love being a small Fandom
