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and holy moly,
i don't like swearing,
but you've got me saying
fucckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
cause i like you.
-WRR
He has cerulean eyes that I despise

And Martin Senour Paints' white ibis hair.

He is a skyscrappppeerrrr.

But God ******, I like looking up at that body over there.
WRR-
Of forty million *****, I am the one who made it.

I survived, and although I love walking my mutts, riding ferris wheels, and eating ice cream, I wonder about my brothers & sisters,

Those who swam with me through that channel and waited for that moment of conception.

Would they have enjoyed walking my mutts, riding ferris wheels, and eating ice cream too?

Yes, I made it into this world but at a cost of a world they’ll never get to know.
love family brother sister innocence life love ice cream
Understanding you

is a thought I try not to have.

You are like alcohol.

I do not want you often, but when I do, I realize I want you more than I know, and I hold that thirst back.

Like Dunn says,

"If you were whiskey, I would be a **** drunk."

And a **** drunk I would be because you are the one whiskey,

wine,

cocktail,

shot, drink I cannot

reach on the shelf even when

I stretch my arms,

limits, and

beliefs to reach.

You are some kind of mindfuck.

Who am I kidding?

I am

a ****

drunk .
-WRR
mary jane,
we met last friday.
i had waited so long for you.

mary jane,
it wasn't a party,
but you had me swooning.

i wore my body like a shell
for protection.

but you came through,
caught my attention.

breathe in.
breathe out.
i got this.
breathe in.
breathe out.

mary jane,
you're so cool.

i lost my breath
after tasting you.

but the boy
who brought you to me,
well mary jane,
it just can't be.

cause with his due diligence,
rocked my innocence,
oh it was dangling like a thread.

it was bound to go,
he stole the show,
i want him...

breathe in.
breathe out.
i got this.
breathe in.
breathe out.

i know you've been the light
of his life for so long.
and i waited to taste you
like a long-awaited love song.

but, you and i,
you and him,
are just so wrong.

you may have caught my attention,
but he's the one who will
enjoy my affection.

oh i can't wait to get him home.
WRR-
I like you more than
Friday night football games with my friends
celebrating our team's first win,
eating concession-stand burgers,
checking out all of the football players
and picking who we would like to ****.

The truth is,
I would give them all up for you.
I would give my whole Friday up.
WRR-
I am the spontaneous lover.

When my man and I decide to go on a road trip,
I will suddenly, while we're flying eighty on the highway,
tell him to turn off and park the car.

I am the spontaneous lover.

Without being too guarded,
with my afraid-to-love-too-hard heart,
I won't think about the fact
that the scene isn't scenic;
we will be parked by a rusty guardrail.

I am the spontaneous lover.

And although the car will be turned off and parked,
he won't be turned off for too long or parked
in that driver's seat.

I am the spontaneous lover.

I will unlatch my seatbelt.
I will lean over first.

I am the spontaneous lover.

Our heartbeats will go eighty.
Sparks will be flying.

I am the spontaneous lover.

I will drive my lips all around his lips
like our road trip.
-WRR
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