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GOOD LUCK BABE_Queer B*iter

Poet
Aug 19
1 min read

I want a tragedy with your cherry lips

drop those boys for I'd be a better husband than them

look under the scope and we'd make prettier colors than you and him

your clothes might be on his floor but my eyes are in your head

keep showing up at my gas station hoping I get into your car

those boy toys won't touch you like I do...


BAITER!

You only want the cherry chapstick when you're intoxicated

guess I'll be hearing from you this weekend


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