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1d
Tuck it in your waistband
Use her charger
Now the tops full of sand
Clogged, pull harder

Stash is dry
but that’s ok
Grandma will give you one of hers anyway
Hold it under your tongue
Don’t let momma smell your breath
They only approve cause it prevents my death
Lee
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Lee  19/Gender Fluid/USA
(19/Gender Fluid/USA)   
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     Lynn Stillman and Samuel Everson
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