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Pedro Garcia Mar 2016
She stole it from me, the warmth of my world
Without hesitation, she took away my shelter from the cold
Borrowing without even asking, her eyes gave away the whole exchange
That gal didn’t have to plea, wouldn’t have worked on me
Frankly I didn’t want her to have it, it was rightfully mine
But who am I to deny a face so beauteous, I had no power
You can’t put a price on the smile of an angel
However, that hoodie cost me 140+ dollars with shipping, so love be ****** in the name of fashion
how dare she

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