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"mom, am i still young?"

"if you don't like me now, i'll change for you"

"my god, im so lonely, so i open the window"

"you're so art deco, out on the floor"

"the other woman will always cry herself to sleep"

"please let me bring my man"

"so how should i begin this?"

"i guess shes gotta cut her blue hair off"

"poor little liddy, she wishes it was dark..."

to bev

ben's poem

los(v)ers

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