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Apr 2014
teenage lack of slumber
I THOUGHT I WOULD SLEEP TONIGHT
but my shaky hands keep on typing
and my eyes linger open
I wish i could get tangled up in blonde hair
(let me get sweaty and hot)
(let me get on top)
i haven't been heated up in months
Rocket
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Rocket
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   Neon Robinson and Marshall CB Hiatt
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