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The Wig

She entered the party

Looking really hot

A blond wig

Then it started

And it all kicked off

She grabbed me by the balls

“Lets get out of here”

She said

I took another swig

But how could I not?

Took me back to hers

Rode me like a horse

But the trigger

Is not the calls

But how they break us

And because

Decisions

We own them

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