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Jan 2019
Tell me that you love me, scare me to think you want the fire
I only love those I can turn into a beautiful crier
So if pain, hurt, and destruction is your desire
I’ll play my game.
You feed my flame.


I hope I don't purposely fry her
12/30/2018
Aléa Boodoo
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Aléa Boodoo  17/F
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