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The difference with Her


🧟Anger & deception, Her words cut like razorwire Rapid, non stop, she spews her hateful fire 🔥 Her hooks are buried deep After her call, they'll be no more sleep But with a beautiful smile👸 She carries Shelly, Whitman and Poe on her lips💋 Singing those sweet 🎶songs, while swaying her hips "It'll all be okay" she said I understand why you fled They couldn't be more wrong Jus relax & I'll sing you a song" Our knees touch & I'm set afire She MUST know that I'm a liar She lightly brushes my leg, The phone rings again This time, the shrill sound just can't contend
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