Do not come close to me.
You might dislike the smell.
Do not stay close to me.
You might get sick.
Nobody ever wants to be next to a dead body in decomposition.
The smell is unbearable.
I wish I were a dead body, that way I'd have an excuse for being rotten.
Monday, 7 January 2008
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1 comment:
let us rot together sometime.
i love you.
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