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Sep 2016
I love too deep;

I love until the sentiment
is a scalpel digging into my veins;
I will love you until the sentiment
will decapitate my brain;
I love you at 3 am and 3 pm,
You are an elavator
and if I travel with you,
maybe the spring will
stop being so bipolar .
Crimsyy
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Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
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     Desire and Timothy
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