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Aug 2016
**** her
She never treated you
How she was suppose to
Her eyes told the truth
But her mouth full of lies
And they poured off it
Like water off a mountain side
You can always find another
She wasn't worth the trouble
She was the ***** puddle
That came after the rain
That you accidentally stepped in
Soaked your shoes
Even though it took some time
You finally shook the water loose
Written by
devante moore  24/M
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