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Aug 2016
Love..... love is like a drug
it ***** you up, mentally, physically, emotionally
yet... we crave it, we crave it because it's so ******* addicting

I remember the first time I fell in love
It tasted a lot like cherry, with a hint of lime
It wore a short, little pink dress
Brown skin and black eyes
I stared at it.... And I thought about
For hours on end….

love has a face
a disturbingly beautiful face
a face that could **** you
and with a single glare,
You've just committed romantic suicide......
The Revolutionist
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The Revolutionist  Chicago, Illinois
(Chicago, Illinois)   
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     Isabelle, Glass, ---, --- and The Revolutionist
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