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I’m a man out of sync with my own program.

She’s the epitomy of sweet misery,
the sweeter the stroke, the deeper the pain given.
There’s an angel, angle sex-driven.
Dangerous sex kitten, warm as a mitten.
Fittin’ like a glove, with abstract relations,
Testin’ all my patience, push comes to shove.
Emotional masturbation, fuckin’ with my love,
Fuckin’ with my life, fuckin’ all of the above.

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