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Jul 2011
Most of the time
loving You feels like
spilling boiling milk on my cold feet
over and over again
every day
of every week
of every month
for the past year and a half.

Other than that, we're just perfect together.

Imagine that, love. Just imagine that.
some kind of wonderful
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