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Dec 2018
It makes my skin crawl
But my eyes still tear up when I hear it
I have rage when I read it on paper
But I love saying it in my head
It’s burned a hole in my memory
I can’t help but to love,
Your name
thank you , next!
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Cold  16/F
(16/F)   
92
       Klaus, Fawn, Perry and underestimated
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