helioscopic rays
sizzling across
the petulant ache
as miniscule miseries
ride shotgun
on the schismatics
in the deepest of
sublevels buried
beneath layers of
rambunctious denials
my tongue is numbed
incapable of tasting
deafened blinded
a senseless waste
with the ambivalent
stare of a discarded
sex doll collecting
dust in the back of
a skeleton infested
closet of dark shame
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I am only interested in the sex doll and it’s delivery. 🤔
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easy peasy, i gotcha
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Wait, I’m not the sex doll…but maybe they all feel real 🤷♀️
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wait. i thought i was the sex doll. its a good thing i didn’t seal the box and schedule pickup.
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Oh. You be the sex doll!
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yeah. it’s a good thing i didn’t deal myself in, i forgot to poke holes to breathe.
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