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Nov 2015
He loves me more than I care to admit,
He thinks I'm gold,
but sometimes I swear I'm a piece of sh*t.

He compliments, even when I'm undeserving,
he will not let up,
until my mouth begins curving.

He's opened my heart, soul, and mind
to what love once again can be,
he kills my sorrow and this makes me happy.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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