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Word play, foreplay.... Between the lines or Between the sheets... Her move my move, The strategy begins... My fault... Her falt... What's the difference.... She throws a dagger... I throw a dagger.... Black and white so what's the fight... A heart that holds us... A mind that molds us... World's apart, so how did it start... Crippled by a cruch... A life of fuss... What can hold it... What can mold it.. The question, is only in the moment.. Only the moment, is the eye of the beholder without a shoulder.... To cry when tagged, under the buds or rolled over... Decimals demencile demanding, in the roller coaster...
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
Her move, My move
Word play, foreplay.... Between the lines or Between the sheets... Her move my move, The strategy begins... My fault... Her falt... What's the difference.... She throws a dagger... I throw a dagger.... Black and white so what's the fight... A heart that holds us... A mind that molds us... World's apart, so how did it start... Crippled by a cruch... A life of fuss... What can hold it... What can mold it.. The question, is only in the moment.. Only the moment, is the eye of the beholder without a shoulder.... To cry when tagged, under the buds or rolled over... Decimals demencile demanding, in the roller coaster...
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Mar 4, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
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