To be Honest
It bugs me
When you put your
Toenail clippings
By my bed.
Don’t worry.
I put them in
Your mac
And cheese.
It bugs me
When you tell the same
Joke over
And over.
It’s ok.
I fake laugh
As hard as I can.
Hahahahaha.
It really bugs me
When you say
You’ll come but
You don’t.
Whatever.
We’ll have
More fun
Without
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