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every day comes with anew things.anew dawn. new morn. new ladies...& their newest wedding rings.and it makes me wonder,"what exactly the purpose o..
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sometimes, it's hard to read your mindesp. when it's being contradicted by heartyou want doing things that i likebut i crave for something... that kee..
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you miss the way my words..curl you aroundi love the way you curve...your body on groundthen shake your "things",& take me damn downeverything tha..
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she's more like a breath in the airthat i often breathe, & rush through her hairthen pull 'em hair deep down so hard& enjoy watching her being..
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kinda prose, perhaps, literally not so prosaic.
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woman, i saw you this eveyou looked amazingso enough to had me B-bleedbut bleed in the.. what? ---bleed deep down in your pleajust to have you incessa..
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woman, may be, i'm grownor have just known...allot of you; 'bout your body.whose fault it is in that ---i sincerely don't know the meaning of... bawdy..
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i'm a figment of mind;an enigma to your night;the flicker of candle-light;dark wisp, & the liar at midnighti'm a cheat full of lies;do get you sug..
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