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Jul 2011
Boy, you pay no mind
To the heart beneath
That chest you love so much.

It breaks every time you
Touch me, because my dear,
I know that to you,

I could be any girl.

It's all the same to you.
Kirsten Christine
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   Anna Sophia
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