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Mar 2015
"Do you miss me yet?"
"Don't push your luck,"
And the smile fades.
But she knows the truth,
The price she's paid.
To keep his bed,
And steal his skin.
But he says "please",
And they know the truth.
Everything's eventual some say.
Written by
AJSchuver
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   Christopher KD
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