Wordman21
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just different
The night is so hot, I sprawl out from beneath these sheets, cause these satin sheets are not cool enough,. I can’t sleep, the memory of the trisk just hours before, seem distant. Hmm, what day is it, another Saturday Night and I’m alone again, fake touches, shallow words, empty promises, yeah the creeper has left and gone back to his nest…
What a waste of my time..
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