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The Drake Equation,
Feb 10, 2021
Or, What Comes Around Goes Around
Black eyes
Dark behind bruised iris;
I am not scared.
I give you permission to kiss me.
You breathe fire and bend over,
Like I said.
It won’t hurt.
Not like before.
It’s the dark eyes that matter,
Because they’ve seen it all.
We won’t have a problem,
If you let me do what I want.
