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Games
Sex, toys and all those boys Looking for a game to play Got in trouble Walked away Paid the price and lost the game. Something was missing A piece of the puzzle A slow and steady heart revealed. No more games Nothing left in me Lovers they may want I am not playing games Wonder now who is playing? Me? 1/30/08 Michelle Klear
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