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Second Period Chair
Does she even know this lust exist,
Perhaps she does, O what bliss.
So passionate is she,
Behind this smile i see,
Her words break through, every part of me.
With crimson red lips,
and dark straight hair,
All other beauties do not compare.
O it just isn't fair,
For this lustful sin i do not dare.
Its enough for me to sit and stare,
From my second period chair.
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