fooled me and healed my soul

if love had a BMI, it’s this

went in oinkin’, came out orcin’

the fit says vacation, the brain says genius

doctors hate him: lives inside screen now

now love me from over there, thanks

brain: “that info looked optional”

love language? citrus surgery

broke but brewed and bougie

eyes said “marry me,” stomach said “now”

fast? no. furious? absolutely

tweet me never, feather friend

Insert pacifier to enter sleep mode

Roaring through the glass ceiling

gently sobs in millennial

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