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My gay book went bad at 60k words
My poetry is the fad i like the course
2696 words is what the book is now
If ever i overwhelm you tell me to slow it down
As you know, i slept in a zipped up bed
Closterphobic & enemic it was the worst i had
So to pass time i preached then i rhymed
It was all i could do. It was all i could find
I know i'm naive & i have a lot to learn
But the pain isn't a relief it really, really, really burns
When my sis fusses with her husband, she goes to a friend's
And in an indirect way the tumult seemingly ends
The next day return & he sees her pass
A common greeting howdy do, it'll surpass
But i want to work it out before a leave
But i run my mouth to it i am a slave
Enough about me let's talk about you
That furniture meet that i absolutely knew
You are the missing link you are my needed part
You make me sing you flood hope into my heart!
i love you,
dee
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