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Feb 1
Present but not always seen
Thoughtful and present; a dream.

Tenderness packed with violence
Ask me why? It makes no sense.

Can't explain why yet I desire
A trap I've fallen for again
If I have your words, I can't tire
I wouldn't fold, I'd go all in.

Her eyes like a does
An idiot, I suppose
Chris
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Chris  20/M/Washington
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