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Styles Sep 2017
I want to use you
For doing things to you
That you never knew
You wanted to do
Make you feel things
Though your skin
You won't know where to begin
or want it ever to end
when you are alone
Your fingers will play pretend
While you replay our play
In your mind
once again.

— The End —