A photograph saved in Mr. Phone-y saving love within myself,
A sad face accompanied me that I knew didn't love itself,
I was somewhat responsible until I succumbed to bad health,
We were called unnatural then a natural disaster,
The dog kept pissing on the carpet,
As we pissed away what we started,
Subsequently pissed was something that we ALL had in common,
One couple, one dog, and a decorated apartment,
In the gayborhood, those days were good,
Thank you for memorizing my love.
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Author:
Jeremy Cohen (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2018 08:59
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Comments2
How's that gayborhood doing?!
Lol idk, ask the people still living there...
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