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Jun 2015
Can't stop me when I'm stuck in my zone,
quit tripping because eventually
          I'll get you when I want
you know your blood is colder without me
          all of those distant memories boiling;
you can't convince yourself that you don't love me
and this desire is what defines you and I
and what you and I make up is desire
erica court
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