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Nov 2015
You're my only mate indeed,
When nowhere's where I lead.
You are where I seem to run,
When I'm very far from the sun.
Your light is what I seem to grasp,
Excruciating death, I dearly clasp.
When you're the only thing that's left,
Inside, you always leave a cleft.
But what can I do tonight,
You're all I think is right.
My only mate would ****** me,
I doubt you'd take me slowly.
I'd run to you when I feel lost,
I doubt you come with no cost.
Whatever it is, I'd hold you close still,
Soon enough, you'd go for the ****.
Andrea Molina
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Andrea Molina  Mnl
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