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Jun 2016
she said: oh lover hold me i am afraid and i am small,
there's nothing that can keep me here i think that i might fall.
she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life,
he crumbled like old stone and he felt sharper than a knife.
without one to hold she wandered off alone,
his memory is nothing more than a body without a bone.
Smol bean
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Smol bean
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