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I wasnt a space cowboy
GET HARD GET HARD
It was soft It was inside her face and i knew we were doomed She didnt know what to do so she blew me. I didnt know what to do so i looked at the moon. Where was the moon? The sky looked like the ocean. Her teeth hurt me. What would Ghandi do? Or what would Hitler do? What would i do?
GET HARD OHHHH
GET HARD
"Sorry" i said
"it's okay. It's okay" She said. "You're a beautiful person"
Her eyes looked so sad
She put her mouth on the noodle again. I still couldnt find the moon. Ghandi and Hitler were probably on the moon blowing eachother. Where was the moon? I looked up there, i remember she tried to get me hard. I remember i kept looking up there like I was searching for the meaning of this poem or something
"it's okay. You're a beautiful person" She said
OH MY GOD PLEASE
