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Of course we're having sex, but there's no personal animosity between us.

Flowers in her attic
Without her colors roses
She will panic
Imagine her living without my visa plastic
I Really doubt it
guess what i hate you �
i rather slip on shit then kiss you �
you have no fucking clue � �
sometimes i feel like grabbing my tennis shoe and hit you � �
make your pretty face look like black and blue � �
its funny i treat you like dog shit and you come back like deja vu � �
what the fuck is wrong with you � �
fuck shampoo- washing your blonde hair with powder blue � �
i just got a trust issue � �
for now i will send you a syrian gas missile � �
the truth will set me free � �
and you still on my dick and sweating me � �
still fucking skinny drinking green tea � �
i rather drink iced tea � �
my erotic poetry is so sick and krazy � �
my mind is so free � �
thats why the devil left me the only hell's key � �
next time you tell me you miss me � �
please tell everybody what you gave me � �
fucking hepatitis b � �
Some would say you had great pussy � �
�so good that it makes me fucking nut � �
Most women fall in this fucking category � �
somewhat call a fucking true smut