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Nov 2016
I would rip all the doors
From their rusty hinges
I would scale those walls
That you built around you
take down my own..
Nothing compares to you
In this breath..
In this shiver
Running down my spine
Nothing compares...
For you, I would
Austen girl
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Austen girl  jinja
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