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Aug 2014
His hands scraped upon my leg
as he desperately seeks for closure
but I see drool dripping from his mouth like a begging dog
and roll my eyes at the way he talks so passionately about himself
I guess I was fooled once again.
Raven
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Raven  F/Washington
(F/Washington)   
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