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Aug 2013
Listen to me? Please don't ! Why?  She asks;
Behind the doorway
Is the hanging balance of Love.
I'll take you gently, a walk across the floor
Wrestle you lightly up against the door
Then simmer down, to the Downs upon a horse
**** me gently in the black side of your heart

Good God it's Monday! I wan't to die she cries
And falls out kicking on her -
Friendship needs a motive; sweet love
It's Alibi
Hey, **** me gently in the black side of your heart
Written by
Patrick Michael Morris  Russia
(Russia)   
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