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Oh won't you play a little game?
Your life will never be the same
Please roll the dice and stoke my flame
I'll scar your back, you'll howl my name.

Let's not let rules get in the way
It's such an easy game to play
and baby, once it's underway
I'll lead your pretty heart astray.

I am temptation, wicked sin,
suggestion dripping from my skin,
dark secrets writhing deep within
my name a whisper on the wind.

I've torn so many souls to shreds
while hearts decayed and tears were shed,
delight would fill me as they bled
once exiled from my harlots bed.

So heed my warning, hold it true
then cast it ever far from view.
Take your turn, then when you're through
let me be the death of you.
 Aug 2014 Morgan B
Margaret
sing
 Aug 2014 Morgan B
Margaret
RED
Singing in the car
Windows rolled down
Guy rolls window down
I look at him and sing
He smiles
GREEN**
We go on
And I keep singing
Sing.
 Aug 2014 Morgan B
Margaret
The love poems make sense.
The songs make sense.
They always made sense.
But they never made sense.
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