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I've said farewell to many a kind From Cats to Hamsters, I didn't mind. Some past their time, to out of their prime, each one committed some sort of crime Father in wartime, the rain would always chime
I can taste the lust in your kisses It forces your tongue just a little closer to mine than it ought to. I fear your touch but I shiver and press toward it. Am I a slut? I think this is what adultery must feel like.