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Dec 2015
Yes, I know you tend to abuse me.
But you're the most beautiful thing I see.
Your words cut deep and my eyes water.
Chipping away, my spirit you slaughter.
Yet I still desperately need you.
You're like this intoxicating brew.
That I can't seem to have enough of.
I love the way your looks sting.
The way you bring me to my knees.
I beg you, don't ever leave me.
Nathan Wilson
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Nathan Wilson  London
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