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Jun 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

×disbelief that I would be the one,
She puts flame where my soul use to be,×
×The rest of my physical fades to the gallows,
But I would be dead wrong if I planted the seed,×

~I would hit you with stems if it was him,~
~I put the pumpkin seeds in the right place
Just to please him~

×did she please me yet,
I'm finding anything she does as a killing
factor at this point,
But there's no need to point,
The fingers of deceit,
If it was me,
I'm certainly,
Excited for the garden that I breed,
The real one.
Arcassin B
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Arcassin B  21/M/Palm Coast , FL
(21/M/Palm Coast , FL)   
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