Poems from hipstermode

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Call me Sam, please :)
He frontin' Popping his collar, Waving cash like it's no joke, Yelling that he's all hard.   Darlin' you're so pretentious. Buy yourself...
He frontin' Popping his collar, Waving cash like it's no joke, Yelling that he's all hard.   Darlin' you're so pretentious. Buy yourself...
he told me to get lost. I replied, "I already was."
Can hear the ballad she's playing? her hips move like the samba, that plays around the night shift. She stays in her apartment, glowing...
I don't make friends easily, I don't put makeup on my clear face, I don't have a sexual drive. In teen words. I am pretty much a fail. I...

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