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Her

that's the problem,

if she wanted to dance,

id let her wreck the furniture.

 

if she wanted to cook,

id let her burn down the ******* house.

 

and if she wanted to scream,

id let her deafen me.

 

I've never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but ****

she could take me by my throat,

and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us.

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briannanana
19 / F
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Oct 5, 2015
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