Dear my laundry,
Instead of my doing you, you're now doing me.
How does it feel?
love,
me
Instead of my doing you, you're now doing me.
How does it feel?
love,
me
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This space for rent...with or without the original Broadway cast...or the handcuffs.
About Me
- Name: Rusty
- Location: United States
My mind never shuts off so here's where I'm going to write some of the stuff that comes out. Read it if you dare.
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