The blue on her shiner
matched the azure of her irises,
she'd try to cover it cosmetically,
you could tell she was sad.
What a pathetic ****** he was,
big tough guy he wasn't,
he'd last about a second
in the real ****
be crying home
for his mommy.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
The blue on her shiner
matched the azure of her irises,
she'd try to cover it cosmetically,
you could tell she was sad.
What a pathetic ****** he was,
big tough guy he wasn't,
he'd last about a second
in the real ****
be crying home
for his mommy.
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