dear tony
when i first saw you i was confused
i didnt understand what made you so special
you were just air no blood or a vessel
you stood naked
you looked so good all my feelings were hated
you were the topic of all conversation
the lack of penis made me question my education
tony now dressed as santa hoe hoe hoe
are you still begging me to blow blow blow
but you are not real
but for some reason you make me feel
i really do miss you
better than any real guy it is true
i hope one day i’ll find you
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princess jasmine
a fairytale poet
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