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Dec 2011
Soft words and unspoken terms
You're like
Mystery, it moves within you

Soft lips and your mystic hips
They move
Beautifully, with form and passion

Rough guile, and your cunning style
You are
Duplicity, tricking my senses
Not exactly a finished piece...but it is what it is.
Written by
Corn
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