that girl
We got that waiting in the clinic silence. That shhhh, don’t tell nobody what we did silence and I’m so tired of being your hamper that I’m about to dump out those week old ketchup stained secrets and do laundry in that silence you like keeping it quiet. But my vagina is not your walk in closet. You wanna stuff your unmentionables through me, wanna place to hang up you insecurities, want me to keep check of you hammy downs and prada, waiting for every occassion to put me back behind closed doors in the darkness. Nobody knows you hold my hand. Nobody knows I call you baby. And nobody
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