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It was a summer night, 28 degrees, you were sweating

And I guess that’s when you first decided to take the flower between your legs and stamp on it. You pressed it into the concrete then pushed the pulp to the inside of your cheek

Chewed twice,

spat it out at her.

 

Baby you can never be part of the club if you don’t fill the first prerequisite.

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