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estoy harto

de rostizarme

en este infierno

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dice el pollo



y se pregunta







¿adónde se fue todo mi ingenio?
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there's nothing worse than
to be a fruit
and become tasteless

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forgive me watermelon
you're as ripe as it gets

+++++but now it is past +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++your season

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i don't think i should be loved,

with doubts like pointy edges

i don't think i deserve to be the dessert,



can't lick the stains off my face







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but i do think i'm getting smaller just to fit in your hands,

will i become a fingerprint? or just the sweat in your palm?

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On the Contrary

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Oh no, sir+++++

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your penis is not too small, at all

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but my mouth is rather big, you see

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