Pricks
“You don’t care, you don’t care!”
she shouts into his ears.
Pain is a drug that unites them.
Right now, they’re too broke for anything else.
It pricks. They do.
“You don’t care, you don’t care!”
she shouts into his ears.
Pain is a drug that unites them.
Right now, they’re too broke for anything else.
It pricks. They do.
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