Random poem
After tits and weed
food is what I need.
I eat the taste is good
she moans I like her mood.
One more time real intense
so I guess now we're friends.
I roll one tight she can't wait
it's the last I tell her straight.
After this we fall asleep
until the mornings calls - beepbeep
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