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The Days of You

What ever happened,
to you always yappen,
running your mouth,
like you lived in the South.
I thought you were so real,
but your nothing more than the loneliness I feel.
Yet, your as a fake
as that orgasm sound you make.
I know deep down,
That I wished you moved towns,
but hunny this is reality,
not some made up fantasy.





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