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The Walk of Shame

I walk out tiptoeing,

The filth of yesternight fresh in my skirt,

But he just looks and stares,

As if am a goddess in hell-

Misplaced and confused,

Am the culprit of a 5min love('energizing', he calls it)

With a lover that will never call

Or who just cant remember my f*****g name

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