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Hot Tears relentless hands pushing & pulling the air around me in my ears and from my skin the shifts serve to drown me what are you doing right now? thinking about me or dreaming of gorgeous blondes with perky tits and blank stares because thatís all you want from them right now? Iím not used and Iím not broken but neither am I broken in coiled tight around my belly, a chain waiting to be stretched I donít want to be taken only given and itís not horny, itís lonely patience is a virtue I know too well so go fuck the blonde I donít even mind, just donít tell me about how good she was I donít deserve to know.
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