Field of no fucks
Her words aren't marshmallow
No last rolo offer; or
Invitation to build cushion forts
Thou shall never see her get her ya ya's out and cheer
She will not lead me to despair, for....
Behold the field in which I grow my fucks lay thine eyes upon it and thou shall see that it is barren*
No last rolo offer; or
Invitation to build cushion forts
Thou shall never see her get her ya ya's out and cheer
She will not lead me to despair, for....
Behold the field in which I grow my fucks lay thine eyes upon it and thou shall see that it is barren*
*Line totally ripped off from a meme but knew one day I would recycle in a poem
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