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I may as well be a widow Clinging to a past love that is no more The sweetest tang of heartache For a me, as I was before It seems like forever ago Since I became mature Innocence crumbled to nothing But a beaten senseless whore

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lachrymose-and-lies

Published: May 18, 2015
LinesWords: 946

Tags: #whore #up #past #growing #hormone

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