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Dec 2014
Quick, baby, make haste.
Before this world stops turning,
give me one more taste.
...
Dear, please hurry up.
I can sense the crumbling earth,
grant me one last touch.

-a.r.r.
Alyssa Rose
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Alyssa Rose
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