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May 2016
Caught up in the smoke,
She only ever meant it to be a joke,
But she gotta attached to him,
As her body does a spin,

Dancing between trees made of lust,
This craving is a must,
Her hands in her hair,
With most of her skin bare,

Caught up in the moment,
She may be broken,
But she knows only one thing for sure,
you are her only cure,

She doesn't want to pressure you,
force you to feel blue,
she wants you here,
she never wants you to disappear,

Caught up in the thick smoke,
blinded by a haze and feel hands around her neck ready to choke,
she can't keep going on with these demons inside her,
she death was all but a beautiful blur.
summer
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summer  16/F
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   Ronney, --- and Got Guanxi
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