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Me, Irene, Brad and Chip
Minding my own business
Hanging out with Irène
I heard “you’re perfect”!
What does this mean?
Don’t think much of myself
Bumpy hard skin, scars a plenty
Someone thinks I’m awesome
Fine with me just let em
I had to be cut open and gutted
To see my true beauty
Had to say goodbye to Brad
Been there for me, it was his duty
Look how beautiful we are Irène!
Creamy, soft, luscious to the taste
I’m so happy we are in the bowl
Did I just hear many yells of praise
Grown men with helmets on
Throwing around a ball
Everyone wants some of us
Yelling at their screens over a call
Who’s that Irène? He’s something!
That’s Chip! He’s handsome I say
Strong perfectly salty and built
I hope I can meet him today
Now it’s me and Chip forever
Irène set her own sights
At this Super Bowl party
Crunchy smooth love at first of many bites
Avocados are one of the best things made from nature. I love them so much it’s silly
F/The Exclusion Zone
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