Part 2
Fix your your hair you queer
you have clue that guards think your hot
Not that your care your too into your hair
there just so many words that say
but in all you are so gay. This all I got for this poem today
(I want write a story about the triplets and him
I understand the second part was very short but it all got and really it's lot for a poem)
The next story,
GUARDED LOVE
