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May 2013
I love how every time I ask, "How goes it?"
You always say, "It goes."
Sometimes being nice
can be addicting,
But I want to *******
so hard my slap will be an
"I love you."
I hold open doors for
everyone I see,
I'm the nicest
****** person you'll
ever meet and
I can't help but wish
you'd slice me open so
I could bind you up
and make you mine.
I love how ******* crazy
the way your lips make me
when you smoke a cigarette.
I wish you would call me a *****
so I could cause bruising.
That night I bit your lip hard
enough to draw blood
you smiled like you knew
it was the most beautiful
thing I would ever see.
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