ice cream

The refreshment of the cool desert made you want to beg for more the creaminess of its texture made you want to wear it. It is Aweome only because you can't eat it to often or you may become sick. Call me Mrs. Softee because the ice cream was so thick. You could wear it if you like depending on how it's made. ice cream is something that can't be tamed.

 

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Me

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