Pussy and the Feels

Burnt before, searching for truth

Wizened maybe, smartest people, dumb as fuck

Traipsing infested depths once more


Mamma bear and cubs, not ones own

Bears before, bears a plenty

Honey pot reverie

Poison laced, poison snare, poisoned littered everywhere

Drops in doses, immunity built

Rotten core

Ink drop falls in well

Water spoiled

Addicted to Eve’s apple

Heroin ass and honey pot.

Choose better, choose not at all

Fuck the drama!

Some juice is not worth the squeeze.

Monk mode survival, thrival, being.


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