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PAPER LOVE

She was 19 and alone

No place to call her own

Two packed bags was all she called home

 

Her innocence taken from her long ago

All she is left with is a head full of dreams

She became an adult before she became a teen

 

Now she is chasing after Paper Love

For thirty minutes maybe more

Just knock on the door

 

She got her own room

She controls the mood

She w...

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Poetry 2016PrinceMoneyprostitution

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