Prickly pickle
Your love was like a cactus sharp and pointy hard to cuddle and love. Yet i ignored it and look where i ended up, i didn't notice your weird transformation not until you pricked me and threw me in your mouth and chewed me up and spat me out now im covered in pricks because i was blind and you were the prick but now im the prick a little jerk and shit.
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