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And then he touched me


And then he touched me He said it was ok, we were a trust, trust me and then he touched me again And it doesn't go a way Because he touched me I'm a defect a goner I was pricked with disease And to the cure I am allergic Because he touched me There's No spoonful for me, my body has a mouth but it has decided to close it Because he touch me I scrub and I scrub, but they can no longer be- he touched me One time was all that was needed But he. touches me.
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