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Oct 2017
Kiss* me,
where I am broken the most.

Lust for me,
when I look in the mirror,
and I am no longer beautiful.

And baby, love me;
when the sun turns black, and these
bones no longer feel like

Written by
Sandoval  The stars
(The stars)   
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