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Jan 2013
The smoke. The high.
Just **** me tonight.
Pull me out of this sorrow,
and into your arms.
I'll forget the world
if you keep me from harm.
Darling I'm waiting,
and hoping it's true.
Hoping I'll love you
and you'll love me too.
But is it worth the heartache?
It'll be torture.
I'm already falling,
I know that for sure.
Joanna
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