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Aug 2014
And the beautiful girls in bars
crave beautiful bodies
not conversations with substance

I could go along with buying you drinks
cloud your judgement
take you home
**** your brains out
give you money for the taxi ride home

Tell me about your worst experience
my own defines me

Tell me about you
at your most vulnerable
so I’ll know how strong you are

If you want to get to know me
you will have to see me cry
Written by
heartbeast  Oslo
(Oslo)   
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