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Mar 2016
Your tears--not of gold,
But of arsenic and clove
Sting my outsides,
Burn my insides--
Baby you're so ******* cold.

Get me BAKED
By honey sunshine,
Side by side and intertwined.
Give our ******* up
To ocean breezes--
Leave our troubled past behind.
Jaime Will Grant
Written by
Jaime Will Grant  Florida
(Florida)   
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