(I don’t know why, really. I’ve just got a potty mouth today.)
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Does this have anything to do with drinking eight fucking shots of espresso 2 days ago. Incidentally, I’ve decided that all love poems (real ones) are about the fear of fucking, therefor I will only write poems about the fear of fucking from now on.
Does this have anything to do with drinking eight fucking shots of espresso 2 days ago. Incidentally, I’ve decided that all love poems (real ones) are about the fear of fucking, therefor I will only write poems about the fear of fucking from now on.
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