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69 Myself
’cause I stopped giving f*cks.
69 myself,
’cause I stopped giving f*cks,
Who else?
’cause because who he was,
I no longer step on my toes,
chicken-shit, chicks moonwalking on egg shells, no thanks, that’s my forté my fortress.
Previous hells.
AIDS.
Tests.
Why do you think I am always talking about sex?
Mama Africa’s spitting ’em dirty secretsss…
Maybe Covid-19, the adventures of Tin-Tin, I read and bring and back to teenaaaaager.
Brothers? Why worry, why bother?
Boybands, fakenews, lies with excessive glitter.
The picture?
Reset.
Self-forgetfulness.
I’ll do what ever it takes but the texts.
Ok-Cupid. No it’s not ok Cupid. Wrong arrow, bambadabam snair…tssssss
I hold my breath, then you go.
I only know 0 to hero.
50 cent hoes. Probono.
5.5 P.H edible, compatible, containable, no complications, bingo!
