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Now staring at her you could probably do her body right.long nights kissing and hugging.Netflix tossing the pillows and covers .just to make room for her position she will assume .That light in her eyes will darken once you leave the room.now those thoughts of her body become old and rotting .long night become short quickies.kisses become .peace out.your movies night keeps getting rescheduled to overtime at work. "Because you gotta make that paper. " now here picture has no frame .there is no substance to her name family critize her shame. Holding her head down so no man will look her way .holding on to that trust factor trapped on a hook. I just want to say this clown is a crook.when will you stop taking our Queens crowns .picking them up and slamming them down leaving them broken. Wearing the crown for your next victim playing a king but your joker. If only she knew before hand she'd be stripped naked alone Left in cold nights with pain going crazy but trying to look sane . Like Queen you'd hear her roar no game no score Fuckboi don't take another breath you'll leave me with nothing left . I know I am fine but please swipe left every time.
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