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Feb 2018
you were a pickpocket lover
who searched under my *******
and through my hair
to find my demons to ****

little did you know
i expected a man like you
and hid them away because
someday,
someone,
will love them.
Written by
abigail  16/F
(16/F)   
218
     f and Lior Gavra
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