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May 2014
Because when he smiles at her
His bright blue eyes
Crinkles around the edges
Making jokes about
How he would die without her

Now it’s a cold night
The sirens are sounding
Who’s going the tell him
That she can’t live without him either
(s.a.)
Sophia Adelle
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Sophia Adelle
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   Paula Ulloa, --- and Styles
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