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F--- the Holiday
I should erase this dirty poetry, but I'll keep it in a silent drawer until it's discovered by accident
You’ve never seen me hammer out a page.
Maybe that’s because I want to hammer out your μουνι
Then just move on because it would be old news.
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I should write about the time you gave me head after
I sucked on your titties and went for your cunt only
To be denied by your yeast infection.
At least I got a finger in your asshole.
Then I came and you swallowed me in the back of
Your car, like I’m sure you did with all the other
Bastards you met before you knew me.
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I should erase this dirty poetry, but I’ll keep it
In a silent drawer until its discovered by accident.
{
I’ll be hesitant to show it until I’m ballsy enough,
Which is how it pans out most of the time.
{
I’m a bastard just like them.
Only more mannered and modest.
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