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The man at  the gas station Regarded me suspiciously When I asked if he was 24/7 *im not loitering I just don't know Where else to go* And he brings two milk crates from the Back and stacks them in the corner Between the case of donuts and Oreos Cautiously mops the tile and Asks if I want something to drink-- I must look positively pathetic and demure Dressed in all my flowers and points Dusty jeans and soft black hair Girls like me don't do this, I think. If I am a girl like me, if this isn't what Girls like that do, I wouldn't know I've lost and found a lot of that lately Off and on strong, on and on weak trey is yelling at me from the backseat but I've tuned him out, his tan hands are chalky and skinny, I've stopped with specifics, with millennial lingo, I tell him if you don't shut up I'll pop you one girls like me i guess.
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
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The man at  the gas station Regarded me suspiciously When I asked if he was 24/7 *im not loitering I just don't know Where else to go* And he brings two milk crates from the Back and stacks them in the corner Between the case of donuts and Oreos Cautiously mops the tile and Asks if I want something to drink-- I must look positively pathetic and demure Dressed in all my flowers and points Dusty jeans and soft black hair Girls like me don't do this, I think. If I am a girl like me, if this isn't what Girls like that do, I wouldn't know I've lost and found a lot of that lately Off and on strong, on and on weak trey is yelling at me from the backseat but I've tuned him out, his tan hands are chalky and skinny, I've stopped with specifics, with millennial lingo, I tell him if you don't shut up I'll pop you one girls like me i guess.
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
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