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Feb 2015
My
Forehead is on fire, dear
Though I have not a fever
My brain is just hot with images of you, dear
And I know not where to start
From your smiley eyes
To your nonexistant lies
You're perfect -
Just for me

And what I wouldn't give, dear
For a chance to belong to
You

me.gs
i was so drunk/high when i wrote this
so im meh on it
me gs
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me gs  Wisco
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