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May 2015
He could cut his name into my skin
And I wouldn't mind
Because I would be his

He could rip out my blonde locks
And I wouldn't mind
Because he would run his fingers through my hair

He could slap me
And I wouldn't mind
Because his palms would caress my cheeks

He could curse my name
And I wouldn't mind
Because my name would leave his lips
For TP
(This is dark and not a healthy relationship)
(But that's where I was at with him)
Allyson Walsh
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Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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