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Apr 2014
You don't understand it
You make my heart race, light it on fire, then set the ashes free;
Only to collect them at a later date and mend me back together.
You twist my love and hate together.
The desire, the pain, what is this worth?
Hope Youngblood
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Hope Youngblood  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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