Be weary
of a woman who never
shits.
The miracle of her freshness,
cleanliness
is an omen.
She is saving
every bit of excrement.
Years and years
piling up
in her soul.
The day she unleashes
you will say,
I love you
for the thousandth time,
only you'll truly mean it.
You will be
her slave.
You could kill for her,
bleed for her,
die for her.
She will smile,
rip out your heart
and shit on its remains.
The true smell of her love exposed,
suffocating you nostrils,
capturing
the last breath of life.
Her mission complete.
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