Drinking coffee tastes brown
My shoes are cute and all the boys look
I don’t think I’ll call him, though
Shall I wear a bad attitude tonight?
In my bedroom listening to Boy George,
I cry.
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1 comment:
In the back of Lotus
my legs spread like a morning flower
but cute boys only,
please.
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