Once we become jail buddies, I'll collapse in your arms like buildings do when they're hit by plastic-nosed jet planes. Once we become children of God, I'll have my upper teeth fixed. by 𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲 - Hello Poetry

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May 3

Once we become jail buddies, I'll collapse in your arms like buildings do when they're hit by plastic-nosed jet planes. Once we become children of God, I'll have my upper teeth fixed.

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𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲

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