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Aug 2012
I lost my innocence to the boy behind the red door
He was tender and he was kind
He was foolish and unsuspecting
He didn't know it was my first time
I left my innocence on the hardwood floor
It flew out the window and away with the breeze
I never was the lucky kind
Mila Mariante
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Mila Mariante
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