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Jan 2013
You're in my thoughts, and on myΒ Β mind
Escape from which I cannot find

I like the way you fry my brain
and half *** make me go insane

With words as sweet as pastry cream
You've drug me off into a dream
sycokitten
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   soul in torment
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