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Bold Claim Bob And Wheel
Bold claim,
that kiss was just for fun.
Right now you are to blame.
Lips like a loaded gun,
who taught you how to aim?
Whispers
cocked in automatic,
you gave me the shivers.
Caught up in your static,
perhass we're both givers.
One night,
you said it was a test.
With the prose I recite,
turned out I was the best.
You love the way I bite.
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Melani Udaeta
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