Poetry · Writing

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they say she's a pony she's my dear; a bambi on the outside a trackstar on the inside; the best at hide and seek the one that got away so to speak never one to be phoney cute as a button, tony tony lowkey twenty four seven loki with some dunks, confession

Poetry · Writing

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we weren't wasted time the clock never moved never left that couch up in the mountains- cheap leather fresh air crunchy hair skyline footwear. i remember when tomatoes used to taste good seems like so long ago when you made my mouth juicy