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Nov 2014
she wondered how you managed to keep your **** in your pants for so long
all while you ****** me to her favorite song
i remember the season
i remember the day
she walked up to my door
and she called me a *****
she slapped me across the face and turned to you
"promise you wont see her anymore?"
you nodded as you stared at my lips
imagining yours tracing my hips
i can see the heartbreak in her eyes
as she sees you scan my thighs
you love her but this love has made you sick
you're stuck and its thick
you're only escape is where i let you put your ****
she can make you stay
but she can't make you leave
she can have you
but not at 3 am when you crave my empty touch
you want to be numb and you know i don't feel much
i'm your sweet escape, but i have a bitter aftertaste
angelique
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angelique  hells kitchen, manhattan
(hells kitchen, manhattan)   
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