Don't Call Me Darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Harbouring on it

Hates this

Wants this

She hates this

>>don't call me darling

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>>don't call me darling

>>don't call me darling

The long black hair

Of wretched blue bottle

Darting all over

To no avail

I got zero tolerance

My head full

[i'll pack a wool swab]

>>don't call me darling

>>don't call me darling

>>don't call me darling

>>don't call me darling

People hate beauty

I cannot fathom it

They smell of old pally

Voices thick with

Bouncing jackson

With stupidity

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[[don't call me darling

Soon there will be dancing

Around the queue strippy

High and cheap

Why do people hate beauty

I cannot fathom it

A bouncing...

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>>don't

>>call

>>me

>>darling