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Suspect
The bruises on her neck,
I know they look suspect.
It's really not that bad,
because she begged for it.
Her lips an inch from mine,
She was all I could think.
I told her to kiss me,
that girl drives me crazy,
she pulled back, said, "make me".
So I did.
I know they look suspect.
It's really not that bad,
because she begged for it.
Her lips an inch from mine,
She was all I could think.
I told her to kiss me,
that girl drives me crazy,
she pulled back, said, "make me".
So I did.
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