Gone
if I only knew to get rid of fetus with kitchen rods at age fourteen
I will tell you a story and the damaged to be told of a boy three months old
uncle I flushed you
you are my boy to rave a party and I will protect you
from the assault of strawberry field
ono a ***** if you asked lenon the john
free love not my world as I hardly got my periods.
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