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I did it for you But you won’t see me eight days a week on three knees I can’t see you In the bees anymore or in the evening I’m buzzing at reason I’m sipping for pleasing myself and It’s seasoned I spice my plate i’m on a few tipped whiskies and might text you I won’t but I want to purple & blue but we’re past that other colors too, but i just can’t use them
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 2:53 AM UTC
joy in my pocket
I did it for you But you won’t see me eight days a week on three knees I can’t see you In the bees anymore or in the evening I’m buzzing at reason I’m sipping for pleasing myself and It’s seasoned I spice my plate i’m on a few tipped whiskies and might text you I won’t but I want to purple & blue but we’re past that other colors too, but i just can’t use them
julie-butler
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 2:53 AM UTC
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