These poems belong to me; steal them all you want, just don’t
make money off of them:
i wrote you a poem
to tell you that i think
that you're nice
and sweet like strawberries
here is how it went:
dear you,
how i love thee!
from, me.
and then i sealed it with a kiss
i mailed it on a rainbow
i put some glitter on that shit too
all for you...
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