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I met again a friend,
A long-lost lover,
Full of compassion,
And sentiment,
Love when her voice,
Arouses my senses,
Tats of beauty and comprising of curling figures,
Rigging the dopamine,
Hither to's,
Finding a rowdiness that,
I will never forget,
Time for round 3,
Of sensuality,
Will it confuse me, probably,
And highly likely,
Foreign images of what age,
Has done to her at this point,
Hoping to be sexier and well-mannered,
I love when that happens,
Very gracious attitude and,
Thought combined,
I cannot wait to see her in my arms again,
What will I do,
I will bed her,
And listen to her raging heart.


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