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Jul 2019
you're the only thought in my mind,
You're in my yesterday, you're in my tomorrow.
Love likes ours is so pure,
It's a disease without a cure.
If it's wrong to love someone, then it's a crime I'll commit without hesitating.
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Ineffable  19/M
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   DivineDao and Jules
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