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I politely fold my **** you’ into tiny pieces sharp sentences sliced for your comfort until it is only a soft ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…’ I am small enough to slide into your pocket or your pants but never out of your grasp
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 2:50 AM UTC
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I politely fold my **** you’ into tiny pieces sharp sentences sliced for your comfort until it is only a soft ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…’ I am small enough to slide into your pocket or your pants but never out of your grasp
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 2:50 AM UTC
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