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Minor|Grown

  • Poet
  • Feb 7
  • 1 min read

Updated: Feb 9

Driving a hearse by my house

You’re not a certified lover boy you’re a menace to all genders

You keep trying to juice me out of your life but the blender isn’t working

Let’s talk checks and balances

Oh wait you’re too broke to write a check


I'm too grown now for you to find me attractive anymore.

do they know you like them young?

Stuck minoring in the psychology of women younger than you

choosing minor products in the synthesis of your dick

singing in a minor and thinking of me



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