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She used her sway Like a dangling watch Swinging on a chain: She stopped my eyes, I was mesmorized, Entranced, In a post hypnotic haze. If she snapped her fingers I'd cluck, I'd bark, Do whatever she'd ask, But she kept on swinging And left me panting In post traumatic stress.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
Post Traumatic Stress
She used her sway Like a dangling watch Swinging on a chain: She stopped my eyes, I was mesmorized, Entranced, In a post hypnotic haze. If she snapped her fingers I'd cluck, I'd bark, Do whatever she'd ask, But she kept on swinging And left me panting In post traumatic stress.
francie-lynch
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
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