what up mother of the fuckers i want to give a shot out to the people who can imagine me and you in the kitchen

oh my how your.....
went into me and how
all thoughs yaers i was ....
one person to talk to. thats all i want it is all i want
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you told me to hold on tight
you told me not to let go
as you did your thing
i lye there crying
you told me
that you would never hurt me
as you cut your self
you eased me in and
silently p ...

Its a really good poem!