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May 2012
Wait,
wait, waiting
tables.
Waiting on my back,
waiting for you.
To come
and take
me to
Love's Bath House.
So we can get clean
together.

After all
love is
a shared feeling
anyways.

I want to go
and bathe,
in a liquid love pool,
cause
the city water
just doesn't feel
clean
anymore.
Sacrelicious
Written by
Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
(31/M/Hell)   
988
     Margrett Gold and Sacrelicious
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