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Jul 2017
your desire is to rip into my chest for my beating heart..

****** my future down the gutter...

yell at me as i lower my head and cry....

bore holes into my head with distrust.....

and then cover it up with an "i love you".

. . . well ******* and good day.
Em
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   Lior Gavra
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