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Tainted By He But Still Love the Most

Don't blame me he's now a ghost
Let him be the cursed and lost
Now you see the pain he's caused
Tainted by he but still love the most

Don't tell me he sprung your knee
That same he poisoned your tea
Don't say we the pre is post
Tainted by he but still love the most
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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December 30, 2019 at 3:17 PM
lovely word fun, powerfully written. Ann
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