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Like A Loaded Nun.

Hot

Like Your Cinnabon.

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Like The Midnight Heat.

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Like A Piece Of Meat.

There Are Chances.

That We Take.

Cheap Romances.

That We Fake.

There Are Moments.

That Are Real.

Moments.

We Appeal.

Hot.

Like Our Time On Earth.

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Like The Virgin Birth.

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Like The Devil’s Coat.

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Like The Shit You Smoked.

There Are Lessons.

That We Learn.

Blessings.

That We Burn.

There Are Angels.

That Bite.

There Is Darkness.

Light.


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