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Dec 2011
Any time
a girl
in a tight black dress,
with a little body
walks by...

I have to sit at my desk.
Quiet as ****.
With my hand in my pocket
telling my ****
to shut up,
as it starts to go berserk
with the bloodrush.
Waverly
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Waverly
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