I’m starting to lose feelings for this girl
I’m sorry
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Island Gyal
Over my hill,
Good girls are rare, like small light bills,
Under the tree tops,
they only look for peanuts and laptops.
Medication of choice are purple night quilts.
Or night caps.
Cuz their fresh and modern.
We know where the hypes at. She says
Ignorantly staring in the mirror, she solemnly twist her dreads.
Thinking so weird these braids came from a horses head.
Later tonight perhaps I’ll take someone else’s bed.
If I were a dumb blonde,
maybe I could even get a white mon.
She chuckles.
Proceeding to pull up her ragged tight pant and fastens her large shiny belt buckle.
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When I look in your face,
I remember what infatuation used to feel like.
and when I walk away.
I remember why I fell out of lust with you.
Then when I recall who you are.
I remember why I love to dislike you,
More than why I love to love you.
It’s true.
I’m not gold.
I’m melting silver.
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42If ever I was on a tree,
I’d like the highest leaf,
And if my climb fails,
I’d like a seat for when I fall.
The cushion would have to be made from clouds.
And the covering made with silky velvet.
So that I’ll slide off it,
and my ass would be wet from the cloud stuck inside.
In order to become dry again
I’d have to climb
on top a tree.
To the highest leaf.
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