Rag pulp under my nails 💦 and none of it scrubbed off 🔥

About me

Unglion of mine stay full of rag pulp all day. Rag pulp dries white inside every nail of mine. Rag pulp stays on through soap and a hard brush. Yaaru notices the rag pulp before anything else about me. Rag pulp is the first thing my hands carry home. Rag pulp goes grey where the cotton was coloured 💦. Rag pulp gets into the creases of both palms. Rag pulp stays in the joints of my fingers for days. Rag pulp on my fingers goes across your chest 🔥. Rag pulp marks your shirt and you let it happen. My rag pulp hand holds the back of your neck. Rag pulp between us, tumba warm, anta. Rag pulp fingers move slower than you want them to 💦. Your shoulder takes rag pulp off my mouth 💦. Rag pulp finds your waistband and stays there a while 🔥. Rag pulp warms up between your skin and mine 💦. Rag pulp washes off my hands by Sunday, olle. Rag pulp comes back onto them on Monday morning. Rag pulp hands are the ones you will remember 💋. Rag pulp goes with my hands, rag pulp anywhere I go. Rag pulp sits in my nails again by Tuesday 💦. Rag pulp or clean, this mouth does not change.