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May 2015
you
I love you.
Not your frills that could ****.
Or poka dot bullet holes color cordinated with skill

I love you
Not for your heart of gold or skin of silk
Not for your eye lashes or peircings, real or fake

I love you
Not because of who you are
But because of what you are.
Mine.
Is that so wrong? X
Death-throws
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Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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