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Oct 2015
Her
that's the problem,
if she wanted to dance,
id let her wreck the furniture.

if she wanted to cook,
id let her burn down the ******* house.

and if she wanted to scream,
id let her deafen me.

I've never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but ****,
she could take me by my throat,
and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us.
brianna
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brianna  19/F/Arizona
(19/F/Arizona)   
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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