give'n hern 'way
.
i watch'd you love
in depth uv dispair
mitts sweat'n whilst
tight
your own grip
drips uv salty wet
streak'n yourn buxom
cheeks
softly call'n 'pon
Yahweh
in
Yeshua's precious Name
"God please let my grandpop
say I can marry Timmy"
okay
so i hear'd yuh cry'n
'twere cauze'n
mine curious tuh listen in
and yes
you can marry timmy
when you turn 10hon
you and i will pick
thuh flowerz
')
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