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Oct 2013
What the ******
You made me walk
So long in the
******* sun

I hit you, hard
You laughed at me
For my hands made
Not a dent in you

You grabbed my face
And made me
Honestly
Look at you

Bit your lip
And guided me to look into your eyes
And spoke "you know, I really love you"

But I slipped the money in your waistband ,
Guided you farther
And responded kindly with a
*******.
Natasha
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Natasha  25/F/here, there & everywhere
(25/F/here, there & everywhere)   
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