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A 7/11 Slurpee

laudanum

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It pushes itself out
In even rhythmic motions
Filling up my slurpee cup
I swallow my emotions

I throw into the slush-mush
A gay-parading pill stash
To bash my blood brain barrier
And galvanize my slut gash

Fuck my bitch of a mother
It's mostly the old bag's fault
That I just can't reach down there
Trauma locked me in my vault

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