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Sep 2014
I don't know where to go from here.
When I feel your warm breathe on my neck
In rhythmic patterns I hum in my head.
Or when I feel your teeth on my lips
That break me down to my simplest form.
I sometimes feel my myself falling in love
Until I remember people like you,
Don't fall in love with people like me

-mp
Mary
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Mary  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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