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a ho's heart can only break once
then they are an o.
simple and pure.
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they never told me that they balkanized the machine way before Ford's Assigned Lil Task Line
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America really went to the moon just to stick they dick in it, eh
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the fat frog that trusts few sees most movement as buzzing flies.
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I dare not speak thine S word my forest
Shh
I won't speak
Silence through the night
sleepless in a smoke imbued subaru
so sinply let me stroke your sister
so i atleast don't have to fear
my grabbishness
around you
my fly
it--
oh.
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I am alone and may never see you again
I am nothing except I discovered a piece
of who I was before you
My heart is broken and I am in Pain
We were a mistake
I'm glad I was too stupid to know your name
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Gatekeep the cemetery where me
and the gang
roll in the deep
of soul and wormflesh
fake it til you
break down every barrier
feminism third
wave break upon the
shore 'nuff, bud
granted is strictly business
for the Ross School when they
sneeze when they
get Hairspray
in their Nina Simone gang signs
Freakishly ugly and probably a racist
Rumanian ugly and probably a man who can't count
or that one time when the TV gal said TV skipperoo
Dr Dr give me some boobs
I got a bad case of hortatus sum
Go Go Gadget
Grinding Gear Games
Gigi from around 1st grade, squished my darling
Grampa Simpson
and that time I gave you money
for your business
Can we get back together and eat doritos?
Can we smell eachother,
from a distance?
Can we make pinky promises and never
dare to fight again?
Don't don't don't.
I cheated if that's what you think,
but you have to tell me.
I don't want this poem to end.
Can't you take me back to clean carpets and
aquarium frogs,
dice and parties and friends at each activity?
When we stopped seeing eachother it was
not something to be celebrated
It was a bitter betrayal,
and I tried standing on your back so I could
beat you at wealth.
How come you had what my mom cried about?
How come I had all these tears in my lap,
when you got to be the kid?
Sleep well, my hero
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I have written
my darking
for you
and passed over mistakes
so i would have more gime
to feel thinking yiu
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it doesn't pay to keep on
keeping on
until it does
so stop paying
and start praying
Designer Dozen Doesn't Does/It
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this is a cry fir help
ash me anything
pining for you
ok
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