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Oct 2018
Our love was so complete.
Why do you even have to cheat?
Your voice is so sweet.
Too bad it’s used to mistreat
Your kiss is such a treat
But it burned me in heat.
You don’t need to compete.
You’re the best at deceit.
Still my love for you won’t deplete.
I must accept defeat.
My love for you is indiscreet.
Your love for me is incomplete.
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     arielle, Denise Uy and eileen
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