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Jan 2015
You always say my heart is probably shoved up my ***, exactly where I've planted my head.
But I'd rather be kissing a cracked mirror than finding my lips against the zipper of your jeans.
I've never had the tact to spare any ego but mine.
pixels
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pixels  24/Ohio, USA
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