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Jun 2014
I picked my teeth.
Unlearned you were
To me. A fruit’s hair!
Elastic glue, my nail,
Not bed. I found her
Cheek caves!
Oh, and I knew when
My forearms grew thick.
You would know my
Balloon sided yellow
Curtains.
Written by
stotino
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