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Jun 2014
The backseat of
His car smells
Like bonfire
And whiskey
And him
He trailed his
Sleepy fingers
Down my spine
And split me open
For him
I knew I was doomed
When he told me
He believed in me
Because I was worth
Believing in
Mattea Marie
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Mattea Marie
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