another outside woman is borrowing my clothes she’s got my name and number that’s about all she knows she doesn’t bother to feed me and I don’t really care coz we’re only buying time while her man’s not there it’s become the well-worn ritual we don’t talk that much we keep it nice and simple and communicate by touch it’s a temporary arrangement we can always walk away but she likes to keep me stashed nearby for a rainy day
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