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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