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Mar 2019
I loved you most, when the lies you'd worn all day
piled at your feet.

My God you look so. *******. Pretty.
With nothing but the truth on.

Now come and lie to me between the sheets.
Written by
Isheanopa Zvobgo  26/F/London
(26/F/London)   
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