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John Siddique

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Fun loving criminals were playing on my ex’s stereo.

Her flatmate Anna came home.

All the horniness in all the world charged me
like a duracell. Made a mag lite of my eyes
A heat seeking missile of my skin.
Every fluid nerve of me zoned & hot & embarrassed.

Running around all whacked up on scooby snacks.

Hello I said, before losing all power of speech.

Everything was wrong. No satisfaction anywhere.
I never let on, but my skin burned day and night
for a taste of her.
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ANNA

Fun loving criminals were playing on my ex’s stereo.

Her flatmate Anna came home.

All the horniness in all the world charged me
like a duracell. Made a mag lite of my eyes
A heat seeking missile of my skin.
Every fluid nerve of me zoned & hot & embarrassed.

Running around all whacked up on scooby snacks.

Hello I said, before losing all power of speech.

Everything was wrong. No satisfaction anywhere.
I never let on, but my skin burned day and night
for a taste of her.

ANNA

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