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Jun 2016
I want to be everything that represented love to you
I want to be the little plastic at the end of your shoe laces
I want to be hot stream that infiltrated your sensuality at 11 AM on a Tuesday morning
I want to count every step and measure your voice speaks to me
I want to ease my mind
But I've become nothing than a chore
"But to you I was faceless, I was fawning, I saw boring"
Sir Loin
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Sir Loin  long beach, CA
(long beach, CA)   
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