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Sep 2015
i don't know what i want any more
there's a bitter taste in my mouth
and french kisses don't even fix it
apparently i've developed a tolerance
to sweet breath and a tongue on my ****
take my hand or my waist
either way is a waste of time
i don't think i'll ever be good
i've tried to be nice
and i was misunderstood
Emmy Dawn
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Emmy Dawn
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     Carolynn, Reggie Spats and GaryFairy
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