Laundry. Laundry.
Go away.
I’ll fold you
another day.
(Or maybe not.
What’s another week)
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
Laundry. Laundry.
Go away.
I’ll fold you
another day.
(Or maybe not.
What’s another week)
Cute poem dear. 😁
❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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Same feelings here also
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