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Like a spider I build my trap Oh mere man, you unsuspecting sap soon I'll have you in you in my lap No one will no of your mishap Many clever devises have I Long brown hair and eyes that lie Soft curves whisper a low sigh My web encloses your last cry Some call it love, I call it greed This all encompassing deep need I ask no reason for this deed But let my own black heart lead
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Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 8:39 AM UTC
The Trap
Like a spider I build my trap Oh mere man, you unsuspecting sap soon I'll have you in you in my lap No one will no of your mishap Many clever devises have I Long brown hair and eyes that lie Soft curves whisper a low sigh My web encloses your last cry Some call it love, I call it greed This all encompassing deep need I ask no reason for this deed But let my own black heart lead
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Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 8:39 AM UTC
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