proud of your noisy penis too. o lady, crown of my mouth, ribbon of my tape. have a crush on some facets of you, facing away from me though
left the country
because you wouldn’t look at me much. bobbing on you all thrilled
like riding a dumbo balloon in india
over the people. aye eye i
’m a secret when your eyes upon me.
wanting to marry you, but you are just
making cakes.
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