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sentimental dressing
sentimental dressing
i’m gonna photograph the tower of eiffel -
shoot it with the last bullet in my riffle,
but all in all, i will behave,
for paris is the city which gave, gave, gave
a sentimental dressing to my appeal -
take it from me, don’t ever, ever steal
fire from a house -
a cigarette burn just raped amy’s blouse,
but joshua isn’t responding…
a whore-ible scene in which he is bonding
with a slut from the red light district,
who didn’t even charge him for an hour and some head.
- lk
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Oel Ngati Kameie