little morning mag crew love poem

If you call this home, you might be on mag crew.

If you call this home, you might be on mag crew.

Sometimes I wake up

And I think, “Where in the fuck am I?”

Then I roll over and see you laying next to me.

And I think, “Who fucking cares?”

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