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Aug 2019
Sure, I put the rouge in your eyes
And that apple in your throat
But relax, little boy
This is not a backstabbing
I am simply returning
Your godforsaken rib
i can rise without it
Written by
saige  22/F
       shamamama, neth jones, TheIdleOwl, ---, anne and 11 others
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