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You,

your sex is on fire,

consumed with what’s to transpire.

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You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice.

You the best I ever had.

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Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.

Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels.

Yeah.

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I want your psycho, your vertical stick. Want you in my room when your baby is sick.

I want your love and I want your revenge.

I want your love, I don’t want to be friends.

(Check out the print edition of this issue, currently on stands all over U of T’s three campuses, for easy-to-cut cards!)