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Oct 2014
A moment of ******
A moment of pure lust

You're my friend
How could I think to betray your trust?

I think to myself,
How would I want this to play out, had she been in my spot.

As I sat there in my bile, while she looked after me.
What would I have done if she came onto me?

The friendship would be ravaged,
Dismal and blown away.

That one moment of ******,
That one moment of pure lust.
Written by
TJG
303
     Haydn Swan and Liliana Jaworska
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