Dec 2018
Lies like Cakes
Icing of blushes
Maiden flowers of margarine
Snap me in your beak
Clunk me like a teenage mistake
When you called me a *****
I smiled
It was your passion, not mine.
Icing of blushes
Maiden flowers of margarine
Snap me in your beak
Clunk me like a teenage mistake
When you called me a *****
I smiled
It was your passion, not mine.
Two words I absolutely despise are- ******* and *****.
Hate this ******* for addressing me that.
It's a ventout.
Hate this ******* for addressing me that.
It's a ventout.
(25/F/Hyderabad)
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