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Jul 2015
You told me it'd
be my
fault
if I gave you
my soul

if I held it
in my china
hands,
and gave it to you
whole

you told me it would be
my fault
and I know
that it's
true

I swear that I am
noble
but my downfall,
love,
is you.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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