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Oct 2011
hold your tongue
until
you're soaked in saliva

hold your breath
until
you can't get much higher

hold my beer
until
I finish with your kiss

hold my hand
until
it can't get better,
this is bliss.

hold your liqour
until
you're puking into a plush beige carpet

and I will

hold your hair so
you don't look like a cheap harlot
or some trashed starlet.
david badgerow
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david badgerow  29/M/Florida
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