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Trying to show how after humiliations we tend to find solace in sex. (3/5)
Submitted:Sep 27, 2007 Reads: 1,597 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
Looking towards his tears
Although he wanted to hold
He got sympathetic to him
‘Several times I advised
Learn to control emotions
Knowing she is from high class
You made advances towards her
You flowed in the emotions
Because of you, I too get hurt
Now you want me to console you
Ok, get up, lets go to the toilet”
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