FAGGOT

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FAGGOT —

DOODLES

MINDLESS SCRIBBLES TO EASE THE MIND.

MY FIRST TIME WASN’T ROMANTIC

I remember the way the trees blew in the wind. Gentle. Rhythmic. My first time wasn’t romantic. Your hands around my neck, four stairs deep, you took it. My first time falling in love with you wasn’t romantic.

An apple a day is said to keep the doctor AWAY. But i’m a faggot. I should be ok.

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