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Love, let it **** me dancing to thrill me love, let it break mending only to take love, get what you want At home, inside my arms love, do not be alarmed when you grow bored of my charm.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
Irony In Love
Love, let it **** me dancing to thrill me love, let it break mending only to take love, get what you want At home, inside my arms love, do not be alarmed when you grow bored of my charm.
The irony of love is that often we use it as a form of taking, when it is actually a word of giving.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
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