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You tease like you talk, temptation doesn’t knock, it pounds
on the door like a never-ending hail, but I do not seek your demise
here is why, because I do not need to cut your ribbons, only race to lace them down, I hold him free, love him for the friend he’d always be
And you can’t stop me from loving what I already loved before he was mine. This time,
Listen, we both want the same thing. You are my love spice

Adam Charette