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May 2013
Behind her heart was a
Raging fire.
It only kept going because
It was constantly getting
Freshly chopped wood
From you.
But from it
You gave her heart
Splinters and
Her heart could only take
So many.
Sooner or later
Her heart will
Burn with that fire too.
Having some good ole' heartburn. I should slow down on the coffee.
R
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   ---, ---, r l, Krusty Aranda and Chuck
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