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Aug 2010
Left the world of man one day, to take my hidden walk
I strained my eyes to see the small perspective that you took
I saw that woman, so familiar, and yet so so far away.
She grabbed me by the waste and ****** me like it's Saturday.
Written by
na bart
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     Pure LOVE, Robyn, --- and D Conors
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