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May 2018
Flirting with danger.
Playing with fire.
The temptation is too much.
Calls answered.
The darkness is my cover.
Mine by night.
Gone by morning.
Yes its wrong.
When he calls.
When the night calls.
I am powerless.
The game has us now.
Written by
stephanie burrows  F
(F)   
89
   TSPoetry
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