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Grandma would smack my hand Gently She meant well and I'd feel guilty Lessons she'd learned passed to me The lore solidified this importance A compromise? To the salon! I'd pick at my nail polish A compromise from the worst? Chipping and scraping them bare Until they were ugly Back to boy hands Tomorrow could be life changing Yet I'd face it without rest Will or would? Fine, I'll stop picking.
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Jun 19, 2024
Jun 19, 2024 at 1:55 AM UTC
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Grandma would smack my hand Gently She meant well and I'd feel guilty Lessons she'd learned passed to me The lore solidified this importance A compromise? To the salon! I'd pick at my nail polish A compromise from the worst? Chipping and scraping them bare Until they were ugly Back to boy hands Tomorrow could be life changing Yet I'd face it without rest Will or would? Fine, I'll stop picking.
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Jun 19, 2024
Jun 19, 2024 at 1:55 AM UTC
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