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Sep 2
He's crafty
He's cunning
In a datable app here lies the young man that wondering ....
Texted me on how things got bigger
Mom not home so he wanted me to make things much wider
The heart that I had
To call you twisted the fall so I can hit my head with wonder ....
Yet the integrity will protect what innocents they try to take
Confusing jester
Yet our heads are ******* on straight
I finally understood your plot
This guilt never seen too much rot
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TREASUREI
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