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45° 5' 28.5504" N, 94° 11' 46.7808" W

"We're unbreakable," falls off his lips,

As she pushes her pants down off her hips,

Second guesses of the whispers she's heard, 

Slowing them down so they are slurred, 

She feels those whispers against her skin,

His lips kissing down her chin, 

Deep breath in and out,

Her mind filling with so much doubt,

"Don't let go, don't give in,"

How does he always win?

The push and pull of her feelings inside, 

They are no match for the tales he has lied. 


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