rape in the grapes of wrath.wash away the evidence, take a bath.a path to an ooze, all i got to do, is pull out a knife and your my wife.the night, under a street light a guy ponders this.a woman walks by, worth a kiss.did she make it? yes.it wasnt rape in her eyes only her best.
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