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I don't give two ***** about how I look. Noticeably. Face is like a spring bloom, Except all the blooms are reddish, bursting, bleeding buds. My head is everywhere rounded: Pictures accentuate the impeccable sphere. So what? But I tell you, When waiters give me kiddie menus without a second thought, They better not ******* forget the crayons.
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
They still give me crayons
I don't give two ***** about how I look. Noticeably. Face is like a spring bloom, Except all the blooms are reddish, bursting, bleeding buds. My head is everywhere rounded: Pictures accentuate the impeccable sphere. So what? But I tell you, When waiters give me kiddie menus without a second thought, They better not ******* forget the crayons.
No poodle drawing for you, *********
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
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