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My body becameA vacant


My body became A vacant spot. As my emotions Began to rot. The love he gave, the Emotions were real. The "I love You's" Became surreal. Your hands ran Over my body, Over the curves Like it was a hobby. The moans he gave, the Actions was surreal My heart was the only Thing he wanted to steal.. My body became a vacant pit. This action became easy to commit. .
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