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Nov 2015
he knows exactly the right words to say:
the perfect sweet nothings to whisper into my fragile ear,
he knows exactly what i want to hear,
so he'll say what he may
knowing how easy it is to lead me astray,
and every word whispered, i hold it dear
wishing, hoping, he'll hold me near,
knowing he won't feel the same the next day
Ariel McClanahan
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Ariel McClanahan  Hell, Hitting On Satan
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