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PROMISCUOUS
Oh young blinded promiscuous one
In years you will wonder were your soul has gone
Your eyes they once twinkled brighter than jewels
Shadowed by other promiscuous fools
Unbeknownst to you these wild nights of fun
Are binding agreements that cant be undone
You give You away without a care
Without a thought your soul you do share
Oh vulnerable naive promiscuous one
Were have all your morals ...
Tuesday 26th January 2021 3:15 pm
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