you know
the real score
my dear
#2
YOU'RE
60% less prettier
and
40% less
intelligent
than her
and there you must
understand
cope up with what
you do not have
your long black hair
scented with
peaches
your watery mouth
and long
soft tongue
you must get
even with her
for she is always in
my heart
and i sleep with
you
on the bed
mechanical
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