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Aug 2016
You grasp my attention,
intoxicate my veins,
but you deny me affection,
Why am I inlove with this pain?
My heart is your cigarette,
My heart is your debt,
You don't see my tears pour
as you browse me like a gazette,
I'm not that person yet,
but my soul is teasing yours.
This is an ode!
Crimsyy
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Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
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