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Oct 2015
Your hearts like the snow, so ******* cold, but your brown eyes remind me of the warm summer, and the nights we spent together, and your scent makes me sick to my stomach, it reminds me of our last day together, but whenever I look at you I think of every good day we had, but the scent of your beauty reminds me of coldness inside of you
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Jason ONeill
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