she is

December 24, 2020

lets give her a trophy for being so pretty

smell her sweet nectar and tell her all about it

tolerant to his looks, its not what im looking for

i wont be missed, as i miss being laid down

there is such a need to be blinded

what could you do to someone who is so loved?

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