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Splendor


Really,

said she

            my grandmoher

Protest harsh                 Just come in the legal way...

if gay means happy...                    homo... Sapiens

For my Enertainment

                       They wouldent let me go

so I can't go

        The thred, my life tied to the red ribbon on my finger

i froget                 what it means all the time

Splendor rainbow

                what can't we have?

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