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Just another fucking belter from Stephanie Stone... (x)

Oh dear, and hush my mouth.
For I don't think I'll play this game anymore.

We twist and shout,
(What was that all about?)

But I guess we both knew the score...

It ended badly,
And sadly and madly,

(For that I do repent)

And remind you,
Lady Of Precious Pleasures, that

There is no monopoly on disappointment.

The sun comes up,
(It has no choice)

And neither had we.

But honesty, tenderness
And laughter, yes!

Still live in my memory.

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