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love is strange

I miss you.

Your not perfect far from it in fact,

your kiss was an acquired taste of alcohol and stale tobacco,

strange how I came to love that taste,

strange how its the taste I miss most now,

strange how now I would die for you, **** for you my love.

 

Uno I still dream of you each night,

remember how scared I was when i dreamed of killing you ?

suffocating you in your sleep,

how strange that was,

but now I only dream sweet things,passionate *** and happy endings

 

You used to hurt me,

i didn't  understand ,

why hurt the one you love so much,

make my face ugly,putrid,purple,

i still don't understand you my dear love,

all i know it that love it strange,

and the pain of your hands wrapped around my neck is nothing compared to the pain I feel now.

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teagan
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Feb 22, 2012
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