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Mar 2010
JaMie wants me to move on with life
and wants me to do it
without any fight
She has expressed her intentions
for permanent scars
and showed me her body where
he'd ****** a little to hard.
Her pleasure in watching
the collapse of my chest
left her looking for more bruises
poised to take my last breath.
But wait there was more that she
needed to share.
It was time to hear how little I knew
and stupid each night while waiting for you.
Dry heaving sounds from a confused reaction
A lump inside from her satisfaction
I think Im done though she said more
it ends in with ***** all over the floor.
Written by
Chad Roberts
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   bethany
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