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Jul 2020
Call me distant, but I'd swim miles just to get
To you. And to tell the truth, my passion is
What sets the mood. But I guess the
Movements of my flame can't spark a single
Fuse. And to tell the truth, my
Pain looks like your rendezvous. I cut my
Heart up into pieces, leave the rest for you.
I cross that heart and hope to die to save the
Mess of you.
Misty Meadows
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Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
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