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[sundayxcancer]

He leads her by the hand
Down the corridore
And without the passer-byers saying
She knows that she's a whore
She can't help the feeling of lust
She just wants him to take her to bed
It's worthless asking about his feelings
He's thinking with the wrong head.

-- Kayla

I love poetry...

P.S. I wrote this bitch.