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Liar

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TwoLeftSocks

Published: Mar 21, 2012

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No big deal,
Just my body.
No big deal,
Just your word.
Satisfy me,
Don't deny me.
One request:
Destroy my world.
Make it end,
Have your fun.
Don't leave until
The deed is done.
I won't cry and
I won't plead
Because that's just
Not who I am.

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Liar, liar, pants on fire

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SlimT

Mar 21, 2012

wow, that's good

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