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I'm tired of her ******** Sending me kisses and hearts. Yet lying in every part. She thinks I'm her toy, to prop her up while she knocks me down. She's sad, I'm there. I'm sad, She's nowhere. Round and round, no end to be found. Until the last time we spin. I realize how I can win. I laugh with a grin, Because I'm Pacman And she's Inky. And none of this is ***** So I won't send it to ya through the post. But I'm gone honey. Ghost!
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
Tired
I'm tired of her ******** Sending me kisses and hearts. Yet lying in every part. She thinks I'm her toy, to prop her up while she knocks me down. She's sad, I'm there. I'm sad, She's nowhere. Round and round, no end to be found. Until the last time we spin. I realize how I can win. I laugh with a grin, Because I'm Pacman And she's Inky. And none of this is ***** So I won't send it to ya through the post. But I'm gone honey. Ghost!
People can be pretty ****
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69/M/Floating through the void
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
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