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May 2015
looking into your eyes
I'm shaken
you have me locked in
padlocked around your
every move
I don't want this fever
my tears are ******* magma

I don't want this
alas, I run around your finger
like a fool
I am a fool
this isn't love
this is beauty

something so attractive
beauty is the drug here
I can't do this
that dress
I am a house of cards
on ******* fire

I fall for you
that ******* dress
maroon
accenting curves
that, I only dream
Sam Stone Grenier
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Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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