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Jul 2014
Hold me like there isn't going to be a tomorrow
Tell me I'm beautiful and that my hair smells like apples
Kiss my lips and whisper into them that they taste like blood
Tell me that you want to replace that with the taste of cranberry juice and *****
Make me feel like heaven came crashing around me
And hell rose up beneath my eyes
Tell me you love me...
Claire Elizabeth
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Claire Elizabeth
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