I’m like the Persian rug in the room.
Admired and longly looked at.
But ultimately on the floor.
To be stood, stepped and spilt on.
Fuck you Cindy.
Some stains don’t wash out.
I’m like the Persian rug in the room.
Admired and longly looked at.
But ultimately on the floor.
To be stood, stepped and spilt on.
Fuck you Cindy.
Some stains don’t wash out.
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