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Dec 2014
Love screams it loves you but screams it loves another. Love calls you at 2 in the morning and calls it's other love right after you fall asleep. Love has it's other love come over after you leave. *Love isn't real and love doesn't last.
Naomi Sullivan
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Naomi Sullivan  Portland, Or
(Portland, Or)   
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