Dean
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you’re sorry (i love you)A Poem by Deanmy spine s l i p s away as you whisper into (my)… …his ear. about your day. ho.. |
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your trauma is null and voidA Poem by Deanlove is a dream |
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Women: A Blackout Poem of "Painted Devils" by Fred..A Poem by Deana blackout poem |
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to the girl that lives down my hallA Poem by Deancollege girls, the third floor of randy, face masks, and reese cups |
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Butch B***hA Poem by DeanPushing the butch agenda, I guess. |
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You Could Use A Good CryA Poem by DeanNight lights and stuff |
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Market ListA Poem by DeanHeartbroken grocery blues |
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723 Dry Run RoadA Poem by DeanSnorting thin lines of pixie dust. |
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