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You are attracted to dicks

And not the genitalia kind

The ones that are pigs

With only sex on their mind

Not that you don’t like it

You sometimes take it from behind,

But that is the only thing

That keeps you two combined,

He’s slept with other girls

But you just press rewind

And start over again

As if you both were blind

To the world around you

Where someone else might find

You a wonderful person

Unlike the one you are entwined,

He is the biggest of jerks

Only in this for the bump and grind.

Lose him and find someone

That sees you as sweet and kind

Not just a piece of meat to fuck.

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