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Sep 2017
I smoke cigarettes so my boyfriend will love me
and I know it's alright with Jesus above me

My First *******
Tyrone Washington broke my cherry to
knock me up good on his very first try
even though I told him I'm in love with
some dumb-***, pimple-faced white guy
So here I sit pregnant with a smoked-out
laugh that is hoarse, ragged and tinny
after buying baby clothes at the Salvation
Army to clothe my newborn picaninny

****-Faced No More
The nights are over of me puking drunk by the river, moonlit lunar
now that I gotta ***-feed this tar-black ******* named Tyrone, Junior
which is why I'll never again let an ape use my **** as a **** door๏ปฟ
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
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๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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       Emmennarr and Breanna Riddle
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