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Dec 4
Fresh green paste
Turns red when its two-faces
Covers and smears like makeup
*** they only cares for a hookup

I mean, its just fresh green paste
Hungry lust just waiting for a taste
Pretty shells and twisted flowers on each finger
Switched and replaced with good old Tinder

Its literally, fresh green paste
It seems like they like being chased?
Yeah well. Now I see
Romance in this generation will never be.
Written by
Eri  20/F/Norway
(20/F/Norway)   
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