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on reaching the bitch quota

Something in your mind finds it delicious

When you pull from that hidden jarful of bitches

Boxing with words – watch me dance idiota

All done playing nice – you’ve reached your bitch quota

dance

What am I grateful for?

  • The decision to burn my white flag.
  • My dancing skills. Still standing. I pity the fool.

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