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Jun 2014
They'll tickle your spine with their fingers
Scrape their teeth against your neck
Whisper sweet nothings into your ear
Pinch your hips
Laugh in your face
And say
Baby, you didn't mean a thing.
Not Patty
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Not Patty
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