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It's such a cruel game you play, And she is nothing but your pawn. You make all the moves, And she is left at your mercy. Sometimes your touch is gentle, And other times you crush her. You leave her bent and broken, Nothing but pieces. But she craves the gentle touch, So she foolishly returns. You allow her to come back, Only to crush her once again. Regardless how many times she plays, She can never win the game.
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
The Game.
It's such a cruel game you play, And she is nothing but your pawn. You make all the moves, And she is left at your mercy. Sometimes your touch is gentle, And other times you crush her. You leave her bent and broken, Nothing but pieces. But she craves the gentle touch, So she foolishly returns. You allow her to come back, Only to crush her once again. Regardless how many times she plays, She can never win the game.
sarah-deesarah
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
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