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May 31
Your pain has to be so thin it could curl under summer sleeves
So high up school shorts could hold it on her front teeth
Joke on her tongue
Make sure not to spit it out
Or it gets ***** like a bra strap that gives you annoying kid snuggles up on those
sweaty authentic necks.

Lucid under hell's vision,
femmaniacs.
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