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she gets the bozack to express her thoughts and love devotion emotion love and tenderness she wishes me to be her's that she speaks in phrases of devote speakings she see's thru the night were the windows are up from her hot breath and his tender kisses he wishes to be her but she neglects his needs to satisfy her desires the baddest turnup chic this Buster had ever known life beyond the need of needing her wealth made her more desirable to persue that her ethics and mean spirted ways worstened in the eyes of her beloved and those who wished to love her that these men wish to tame the storm of her foolish ego that she wished to battle like the men and persue the vain presence that men persue that just being their could cause others to speak her name as person and bow to her as queen the forest are of trees yet this stumping place is of wood

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