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Oct 2015
The madness was inside of me,
but it ignited at the touch of your hand.

A single kiss started the fire and it has been consuming me since.
You are my bad disease,
the consequence of my desires,

and my end.
Wednesday
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Wednesday  Roanoke, Virginia
(Roanoke, Virginia)   
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