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Sep 2016
The strawberry I stole
from the Mr and Mrs Einstein
is what I have regretted.
For the sin that I have made
seems to haunt me everyday.
I pray everyday to ****
these impure thoughts.
and everytime I meet him,
I remember the strawberry
I'm the devil.
strawberry - lust
Cara May
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Cara May
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