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a poem for the boy at starbucks who i want to fuck

the second i spotted you in your barista uniform i knew, i wanted to wipe the coffee grounds from your face while you bend me over your periodic table & join together our celestial bodies boy, come study my astronomy for one night you could see my galaxy in the night sky so feel the pull of my gravity 'cause you know we have fucking chemistry.
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Feb 10, 2014
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