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Sam Mar 2015
I like to imagine,
That our hands are intertwined together,
That our legs are tangled in the sheets,
That my head is on your chest,
And our heart beats in synch
Sam Feb 2015
It seems even when I'm finally over you, you come back like a bull, and I'm wearing red.
Sam Jan 2015
Your lips made of broken glass

Leave me bleeding

As I try to utter the hushed words

'I love you'

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