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Feb 2016
Our love was all about
The romantic meaning of
******* ****
and composing moans
from the back of our throats
the fondling of *******
and
whispering each other
that we were in love
under our breaths

I will never understand
how it was merely
play pretend
I cried twice. Then I simply died.
Birdy
Written by
Birdy  Netherlands
(Netherlands)   
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