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Mar 2016
Do you miss me, I want to know
You don't even kiss me when I go
Do you want me to stay away
You know I can,for days and days
When you want, your passion glows
When you turn it off, icicles grow
Maybe that's just it
About me you don't really give a ****
Maybe it's only lust
You're only addicted to the ******
So you only miss my certain parts
The one you don't want is the heart
So I break myself in pieces
Wishing I was your golden fleece
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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