Family chomos start your
story,
"her dress was ripped when
I got there"
Homo murderers
justified by bumpkin
"yer knoe whada mean?" 's
In this tree, money is
our living will.
Along with fat guilt trips
and dip to rot the void.
Housewives at fourteen,
it's expected.
Semi truck whore kept you
at home (alone).
This family
and it's predicaments
become locally cataclysmic.
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Author:
Kira Lynn (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 12th, 2021 10:50
- Category: Unclassified
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