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Dec 2015
Light me up with a match but first poor the gasoline in my lungs,
So that I can inhale the acidic liquid from your mouth when we go to touch tips with our tongues ;

Burning holes through my heart as you tear this love apart.
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Kaitlyn A Warnken
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Kaitlyn A Warnken  West Virginia
(West Virginia)   
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     john p green, Nieve, NV, ---, Sara Murray and 2 others
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