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Sep 2011
Don't call me
Don't write to me
Don't sing my praises with
you siren song
to trick my heart back to you
Leave me be
Let me go.
Don't remind me of your sweet kisses
Across my *******, on my neck and then gently on my brow.
You must leave me be
Please let me go
Or if you wont-
Come back to me

September 1
shashona brooks
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