My Very First College Fate
There was a shooting star
So it had to be fate
That I would let you fuck me
Romanticism isn't dead
John Mulaney, a walk in nature,
And a free black condom
6 feet 2 inches and dimples
I have a soft, wet spot
For doofy
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This poem is about:
Me
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