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Aug 7
My stomach’s on fire.
It’s burning hotter since I shot up insecticide with you.
You told me that’s the only way to **** with the butterflies.
I believed you then.

The baby’s on fire.
She's got your flames in her head and hair.
You told me that's the only way to keep a piece of you inside.
I believe you now.
xxx
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xxx  15/F/Where The Wildflowers Are
(15/F/Where The Wildflowers Are)   
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     camila and atticus wilson
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