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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 will never look at her the same your baggage she has to claim. So 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 and. Left in cold nights . she would have snatched your phone and said" fuckboi swipe right.!
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