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Aug 2016
Our breakfast is *******
But he loves me for my Berkley brain

Make great love to me
Lay me down until I can't see

It used to be just novacane for the pain
Until he saved me from a life of strain

Ive begun smiling in my sleep
Roll over and pillow talk to me

The Bonnie to his Clyde
We've been swimming in each other's mind

I've fallen in love with his redruM
He's got me right under his thumb

Riding on the back of his black bike
I've dreamt of this love, its ghostlike
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