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it was cold, so, so cold, and you would put your arm around me and you would whisper sweet nothings into my ear and i would fall for your every word

over and over again

i knew i shouldn't have let you enter my mind, but you were so enticing, so ravishing, so, simply breathtaking that i couldn't refuse;

it was your fault as it was mine

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