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In a room full of harlots and fantasy
Destiny beckoned us there
Curious child on the balcony
Careless I was 2 caress thee
We took the dare
The joy that we shared, it was meant 2 be
And not a crime
Yet never 4getting the touch
Do u careCurious child, u are on my mind
No, it's not a crime
If memory serves us, we will allign
2 the truth that we most often share
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