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Nov 2012
I never knew that pain could develop like that
You're just a person
Made of flesh
Bones
Blood
Muscle

Like everyone else

But your arrangement is perfect
Your contours
Bumps
Bruises
Scars

Flow perfectly

So that why this hurt developed so quickly

Because love is a sinister, deceitful thing.
Red
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   Shan de Vries
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