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That one time we were kissing And the cross around my neck Started to interfere. I should have known. But instead I let you tell me to take it off And I complied. And that cross wasn't the only thing I took off.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
My cross
That one time we were kissing And the cross around my neck Started to interfere. I should have known. But instead I let you tell me to take it off And I complied. And that cross wasn't the only thing I took off.
brooke-bello
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
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