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Lunchtime - I sit In my corner Watching Tanya She leans Against a chair One knee Upon the seat Slowly I see Her raise The coke can Full fat stuff She doesn't care It's that I admire A fullish girl **** and *** Round of face Dyed red hair Her name Strikes me Tanya Sounds like *** Instant guilt Consumes My thoughts Far from pure Tanya Who I imagine Naked on the floor Atop my Bowie records Tanya Whose name Has long Been my favourite Tanya Tied - bound Screaming In the night Tanya Taking my hand At a funeral On a wet Tuesday Tanya In pink My colour Of *** Tanya Crying At the sad part Of the latenight film Tanya Crawling Across the Bedroom floor She places The red can On the table Not caring Tanya... Tanya... Tanya... Tanya......
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
Tanya
Lunchtime - I sit In my corner Watching Tanya She leans Against a chair One knee Upon the seat Slowly I see Her raise The coke can Full fat stuff She doesn't care It's that I admire A fullish girl **** and *** Round of face Dyed red hair Her name Strikes me Tanya Sounds like *** Instant guilt Consumes My thoughts Far from pure Tanya Who I imagine Naked on the floor Atop my Bowie records Tanya Whose name Has long Been my favourite Tanya Tied - bound Screaming In the night Tanya Taking my hand At a funeral On a wet Tuesday Tanya In pink My colour Of *** Tanya Crying At the sad part Of the latenight film Tanya Crawling Across the Bedroom floor She places The red can On the table Not caring Tanya... Tanya... Tanya... Tanya......
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
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