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The blood circulates Inside my cheeks, it makes me red. How I missed the blush. Butterfly flapping, He tears my ribs to pieces. Exposing the heart.
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
Wear it on your shoulder.
The blood circulates Inside my cheeks, it makes me red. How I missed the blush. Butterfly flapping, He tears my ribs to pieces. Exposing the heart.
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
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