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Jun 2023
I confess
That I undress
To feel less

Yes,
My head is a mess
But I’ll make up for it
With what’s under this
Dress

Right?
That’s the only way
to get you to say
Goodnight
And the only way
For me to do right by you
Is to do you
Right…

So what’s the point
Of putting up a fight?
Written by
The Wonderess
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