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Why?
Dear Breasts,
Why must you get so hard
When the room is so cold?
Making my white shirt poke out
ever more?
Why must you be so hard,
And yet..
so sensitive?
So different?
I hate it.
But people love it.
So i'll stick with this shit.
Be lucky,
Bitches.
Why must you get so hard
When the room is so cold?
Making my white shirt poke out
ever more?
Why must you be so hard,
And yet..
so sensitive?
So different?
I hate it.
But people love it.
So i'll stick with this shit.
Be lucky,
Bitches.
Published 9th Jul 2014
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