Did you ask to be born with wings?
In search of pussies to appease
Nothing dances like my mood swings
In your bed my tears be released
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May your name always be Whisper
Periods when cherries bloom too soon
Like vampires haunting my sister
Until red rain expires at noon
Author's Note: This poem is about Whisper - the sanitary napkin brand that I use hehe
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