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my sweet girl sent me hurling another useless good morning no hand in her hair both my hands, a big warning want to **** her out a garden   a bug in her bed & everything good that she wants I want to be that thing instead e v e r y morning she’s yawning I want to be her good mood & when she cannot eat a thing I’ll be all her favorite foods make me Saturday & Sunday tell her to call me b e f o r e noon tell her she’s all I’ve ever wanted say it again like a fool good thing it’s Monday morning Good thing there’s things for me to do tell her again that I l o v e h e r be a fool again & then food
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Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 5:26 AM UTC
all of december
my sweet girl sent me hurling another useless good morning no hand in her hair both my hands, a big warning want to **** her out a garden   a bug in her bed & everything good that she wants I want to be that thing instead e v e r y morning she’s yawning I want to be her good mood & when she cannot eat a thing I’ll be all her favorite foods make me Saturday & Sunday tell her to call me b e f o r e noon tell her she’s all I’ve ever wanted say it again like a fool good thing it’s Monday morning Good thing there’s things for me to do tell her again that I l o v e h e r be a fool again & then food
julie-butler
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Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 5:26 AM UTC
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