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Sep 2014
I'm yours
and those words
force your face
into a stern look
replacing that which
took me into my amorous frame of mind
in the first place,

now tersely you ask yourself
you're mine?
in the worst way imaginable,
the beginning of decline.
Billo
Written by
Billo
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   mΓ»re and stΓ©phane noir
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