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Aug 21
I like a chubby cheek
The ones  you take to home.

Thick guys are sweet
The other ones to cold
I taught you how to move your feet
When the rhythm on
It's just the little things he makes me when I'm gone
But you don't know what they're like
When they ask you for your phone
It's like of all the years and shame to bring a Good man home
Like "there's no way!"
And "where did you go?!"
Forgot to text back okay but ill make it up when I get back home......

DONT TRY TO FIND YOUR SPACESHIP
THEY MIGHT BE OUT THERE WAITING
STAY IN MY BACK PACK ...FOREVER
STAY IN MY BACK PACK ...FOREVER
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ZEAL
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