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Mood-stabilized eyes began to speak, and I screamed up to that moon, "what's this you've done to me?" I loved you on the day that you born, and I'll love you till I'm clawing at the woodwork and the worms.

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michael-jeffrey-wille

For You?

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Feb 22, 2014

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