Wednesday, March 3, 2021

A Toy Comments

Rating: 5.0

You offering me these fries is an indication.
Look at you,
Flushed with sun. Sweat trailing from your twinkling eyes, down to your crevasses best served as a feast
Magnetizing me on the carousal, executing it like a bawse
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kyvin Nash 03 May 2021

Poetic piece...writing skills, interesting!

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Jazib Kamalvi 03 March 2021

Such a nice poem, Her Pot. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.

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