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won’t you put on your gambler jeanstease me a little bityou sit in the dirt and spitintuit the portal that is my waistfor a minute they met in the aquariumwhere fluid is sexualitythey met in the park.one had on that beautiful half-smilewho brought paint and painted each other.one couldn’t drawshe couldn’t picture herself if abu-bakrContinue reading “won’t you put on your gambler jeans”