Poetry

hey baby hey baby

Wait, i aint got no baby shit, what the hell am i thinking letting my imagination run high thinking bout a fine young lady need to stop tinkering with my insides pulling out my smiles as you go i dont let mine shine i hide em away but everybody can read them through those dreaming eyes

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