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Jul 2013
you ride your bike all over my heart
as the line between us grows
faster than your curly hair
that you promised you’d never cut
there isn’t much to do but hope
that you never decide to cut the line
that’s holding us together
or the hair that won’t stop growing
about a boy who likes to ride bikes and play with my heart.
Erica
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Erica  A shit hole.
(A shit hole.)   
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