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Jun 2014
You can tell by the way these words are places; that I'm an ace.
        Leave your tongue tied; like lace
        A quick flick; sets the pace.
        Hit the tip, lose your place.
         Shy girl; blushing; sweet taste.
        Look on your face; amazing grace.
        Controlling the pace; you *** and I replace.
        After all; this ain't a race; Just my point in case.
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Styles
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Styles  NYC
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