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Because He closed her eyes and opened her thighs and told her this would be the end of her demise the end to her cries and the end to all  lies
And the beginning of her life..
Her thoughts we're unwise she was in for a ride but his disguise was to real like.. Like like it wasn't a disguise at all he spoke that sweet shit get you weak in the knees shit cutting through her tethered heart with a blade bit but she was his chick
Ride or die day or night love or fight
I told her to break because it was like she was at the red light
Matted in envy and confusion his love was an illusion
I hope you taste "Sweets" on his lips she said as her conclusion in closure of a sour ass relationship

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

GraceDPaige’s Poems (13)

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