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Her chill Sends tears down my cheeks Like a cataract over a hill Her snow Slaps my face Like a **** slaps a *** Her ice Makes me slip Like an alcoholic's vice
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
Cold Hearted
Her chill Sends tears down my cheeks Like a cataract over a hill Her snow Slaps my face Like a **** slaps a *** Her ice Makes me slip Like an alcoholic's vice
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
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