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May 2012
The smack lays his warm hands on you
And though you hate him, now you bow
Like the slave submits himself to the word of the king
Because he knows the punishment for rebellion will be too much to handle

Now the smack won't let go of you because you had faith in the "one-time-thing".
Dylan Rodrigue
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