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Aug 2020
I know I should be done with you,
And Every time I’m ready to let you go,
I see your ocean eyes,
That dimple,
My whole world in one pupil,
And I can’t let you go,
They say the devil is charming,
But even he has nothing on you.
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Dont talk to strangers  29/F/Canada
(29/F/Canada)   
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