Spring is here, are you older, it’s another year, it’s the season of giving in, release, and mistakes, are you eighteen yet, give it up, for some flowers, and a cupcake, do a twirl in your skirt, jump up and down, tempting daddy, so fierce, his erection really hurts, night falls, alone in your room, is he coming in your womb, boom, boom, you wake up, was it a dream, there’s blood between your legs, it’s like someone stabbed a frog sandwich, light a candle, say a prayer, your grandmother comes to visit, she says little girls are meant to be eaten, you scream, just a dream within a dream, and you wet yourself.

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