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De-Flowered
My flower kept from everyone
or everyone kept from my flower?
Not you
Eres un hombre
Eres fuerte
Our lips touched first
Then your fingers touched me
Pain comes with reward I know
Hurt so much
but felt so good
Eight inches inside my body
Flowers bloom
but flowers die
Death comes with blood
In between my thighs
or everyone kept from my flower?
Not you
Eres un hombre
Eres fuerte
Our lips touched first
Then your fingers touched me
Pain comes with reward I know
Hurt so much
but felt so good
Eight inches inside my body
Flowers bloom
but flowers die
Death comes with blood
In between my thighs
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