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she believed in god and being gay
and felt she was totally wrong
she talked in so many circles
and contradicted herself until she was right
she was awkwardly pretty
and told tales of ex-boyfriends
ex-girlfriends
and a secret longing for a dick
she said god was her maker
and he made her all wrong
but she loved him just the same
i told her she was full of shit
and said i liked the beatles
she said i was insecure
and they are over rated
i put my fist through a door
while she left in a cab
i think my pinky is broken 
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