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Your love was like holding a cup of coffee Steamingly hot you poured it onto me. You let go of the cup, The cup breaks. I was that little pieces of glass.
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
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Your love was like holding a cup of coffee Steamingly hot you poured it onto me. You let go of the cup, The cup breaks. I was that little pieces of glass.
demential-mademoiselle
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
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