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To all the bitches
Who call me,
Leaving their number
r e s t r i c t e d,
Grow the hell up!
Found my number on a bathroom stall?
So old school.
Oh...
So I suck dick for 5 bucks?
Yeah, for 5 more--I'll lick your clit.
You really shouldn't mess with me.
I'll find you.
My twisted poetry--
It's just a thought,
The things that lurk inside my head.
But, You never know,
One day I might just act upon them.
Who call me,
Leaving their number
r e s t r i c t e d,
Grow the hell up!
Found my number on a bathroom stall?
So old school.
Oh...
So I suck dick for 5 bucks?
Yeah, for 5 more--I'll lick your clit.
You really shouldn't mess with me.
I'll find you.
My twisted poetry--
It's just a thought,
The things that lurk inside my head.
But, You never know,
One day I might just act upon them.
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