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Apr 2016
Can't you see,
These blood stains,
From my heart,
To your heart?

Are you blind,
To my love,
That's not subtle,
Only for you?

How do I,
Make you fall,
In love with,
My poor self?

Can it be,
That you would,
Fall for me?
I love you.

It's true.
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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