Feb 2019
I'd stink
in pink
till ****
is dart
only to
start a
fight nobody
would win
with the
heart of
severity when
she may
see their
epitaph here
would din
and mire
little hen
in pink
till ****
is dart
only to
start a
fight nobody
would win
with the
heart of
severity when
she may
see their
epitaph here
would din
and mire
little hen
a girl in my heart
(Bloom)
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