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January 27, 2024

He spat on her!

She Was his bag of treats once upon a long ago

Time.

But now.

She's a rotten teeth attempting to suck and bite

Bittersweet,picked up from the street,sweet.

Did she mean anything to giant ego driven concieted,hypocritical

All?I

We'll never know.

©CELLB73.27/01/2024

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