Oct 2016
Oh honey, you'll be fine
divine and holding out hope
an angel with no ***, no home.
Oh babe your ignorance
looks so good on you
stay steeped in wholesome lies
safe from dreadful truth.
Oh sweetheart, your dumb
******* head is so perfect,
so rottenly pure, its mawkish
scent brings me to my knees.
idk, as usual.
Written by
CastorPolydeuces  Montana
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