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Sep 2013
Drunk, ****** up
Stumbling through the house
Giggling now, trying to find the light
I'm sorry we woke you up
Woulda been passed out all night
And I know you never sleep
You can't, I know, trust me
And I'm always bringing my girls over
****, you've even got a collection
Of bobby pins
And I broke your downstem
And I'm always passing out in your bathroom
"God ****** Calli, what am I gonna do with you?"
Always smokin your hash, taking dabs
You let me do it, because you know what we have.
You don't treat them like you treat me
I'm invincible
I can kiss you and hit you and pull you and push you
Laugh and crash and cry and trash
So shut up, you know what's up
Because in the sheets and against the wall
I'm a bonfire, she's just a match
The way I heat you up makes up for all the crap
When you're saying something sick and I'm so enthralled
The way I nod my head because I get what you said
And I care and I want to hear more
It's different and we get it
Why won't you just admit it?
Haha, nevermind
That look says it all
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
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