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Dirty Heart
nails so immaculate
quiff by top coiffeur
works hours in gyms
voice a soothing purr
swims in hot cologne
really looked the part
nurtured in the mire
harbours a dirty heart
easy to smile and preen
glad-hand the unaware
suppress my defences
enticed me into his lair
had his way, I felt silly
cheated by this creep
trudged home deflated
felt m...
Thursday 10th December 2020 10:54 am
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