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May 2014
By Arcassin B

He stares at her,

like theres no chance,

Parten me for being guilty,

Mountains i could move,

but your feelings due for plenty,

he kisses her,

like he doesnt care,

parten me for jealousy,

i was kinda crule,

i shouldnt feel this shity,

he holds her,

like theres no tomorrow,

why do i feel pity,

i feel like a cut up mule,

needing someones empathy,

on the road to her soul.
Arcassin B
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Arcassin B  21/M/Palm Coast , FL
(21/M/Palm Coast , FL)   
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