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Dec 2012
I could try to forget you
My most beautiful, reminding muse
My reality check, my way of reason
The one who have revealed the disgusting truth to me
My baby, my first, my supreme
My protector
You made sure everything was perfect that night
Save me from regret
With the movement of your hips
Your lips creating cursive poems
Touch her or don't
Just let her know where you've been
Most perfect, darling H
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