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life
Red the lights
In the city
Tonight
Ms. Lovely
Begs
Her legs lovely
Bear fruit
Born by of in of the
The sun in early
Morning’s twilight
Mr. lonely
Out
Dreaming of
a paid
good time
Dollars
To her purse
Flashy benjamins
Between her sweaty thighs
Just lies
The key diamonds golden
Earrings,
No lies
-but a lie
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mlowe5 says: Well penned truth: you can't buy true love between bitter-sweet thighs. ONE. Peace and Love. |
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