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Clubbing
Were it not for the
slung high, soul-less
pit of desire
the hope would live
But the ClubTart
always sees a long
emotionless, desperate lust
slipped out in front of her
Never recognizes a love
that knows no bounds
that is never meant for her
always meant by her
Her shining knight
despairs for her passion
but she doesn’t recognize his longing
and only his timeless dream gives hope
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