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Dec 2013
Lay next to me stare into the abyss/
Hearing you breathing, a heart beat I did not miss/
Just relax babe while I set the record, play the hits/
      Drift away, lay away, they stay away, we have our fits/
                                                                ­ Tell me about your family, when was the last time you saw your little sis?/
You **** your shotgun skirt, lift your shirt and ******* to bits/
                                                          Puttin­g our clothes back on and you look at me, make it clear you're still a wicked witch/
John
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John  28/M/New York
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