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Aug 2017
Maybe Cupid didn't Miss
He
Plays with my hair
He
Plays with the fire
Of my soul
He
Asks me to kiss his burns
He
Continues to reach
Into my soul
She is fire
And he loves it
Lvice
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Lvice  16/Following the bees
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