diaric, poetryKEEP PLAYING WITH ME / 03190419 n i’ll dogwalk u hoes. tfw u got yr bag w/ a tape of a touch of mink and ur mental mines’ Mitchumy––dread-looming knuckles and a true-footed saxophone––drop your shades, O & that bottle hit different when i bust it across your head . . . Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Standard
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