when you left me you left some luggage with me a contagious, contankerous reminder of you. i want to pick it, but i'm five minutes from the free clinic, so i'll let them pick it, and inject me with liquid, damn this booty call thing is wicked it was my stupidity, that ceased my virginity, and has me praying to the trinity, that this test is negatory. too bad. but how can i be mad, you gave me something I've never had. i'll always have a part of you within me (unless penicilin is as good as they say it is). so, i called the radio station, during the midnight love hour, and scratchin' here in this shower, yeah, and men got all the power. i'm dedicating this sore on my ass to you. love, anonymousBirth sign: Virgo
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