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May 2018
The mania comes,
and so does the obsession.
It holds me to her,
never letting my brain stray
TOO far from the thought of

that beautiful smile
those dark chocolate eyes
the cute poses
her

welp,
this is going to hurt like a *******.
Chris Bee
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Chris Bee  No Where
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