You'll be alright, no doubt. Have a baby. That'll straighten you out. by HELLO POETRY ADVOCATES SUICIDE

Dec 2017

A guy can count, when he runs, on his biggest right-foot toe, just as
I counted on you camper-crammer Breanna, 15 little boyfriends ago

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