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Jun 2015
The realness of it all
just
hits me.

My *******,

could be what most
definitely
ends we.

My love,
I am a bomb...
waiting to tick.

the ring on a grenade,
wanting to click.
Sometimes, I am not fair
beautyshesmear
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