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Sink or swim. Time is thin. Months to go. I can't breathe in. In you weave. Secret steps. Holding close. Your deep regrets. ***** in my court? That's all you can say. Boy's games are child's play. They think they're cunning. They believe they're smart. But they **** with poets. They play with art. Girls you see, We play for keeps. Russian Roulette. Close your eyes... go to sleep.
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
Child's Play
Sink or swim. Time is thin. Months to go. I can't breathe in. In you weave. Secret steps. Holding close. Your deep regrets. ***** in my court? That's all you can say. Boy's games are child's play. They think they're cunning. They believe they're smart. But they **** with poets. They play with art. Girls you see, We play for keeps. Russian Roulette. Close your eyes... go to sleep.
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
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