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May 2015
They lie amidst
Twisted sheets
Legs entwined
And cigarettes in hand.
As the moonlight
Casts a glow upon her skin
He smiles to think
What fun it is to sin.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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