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Is that true

Our eyes are locked for others aren't defined
Half smile knowingly
Hey that looks like twine

As I walk closer in a quick moment
Your nails reach my chest
I fall against the pest
That could do what you craved

His face it says "hurt"
Why is that so
Even when he offered all his dough
For your inner slut
Just kicked his but

The prey is yet to be captured....
Written by JAZZMANOR
Published | Edited 10th Jan 2012
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