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Dec 2015
You whispered sweet nothings into my ear,
Only to let them fall right out of your mouth into thin air to disappear.
You tried to use your smooth words as bait.
To get in between
My heaven gates.

You ain't nothing but a player.
Written by
Poetictunes  20/F/New York
(20/F/New York)   
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