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Sneaky, illusive, illusion, a dream. Love is one tricky idea it seems. I don't understand it but maybe that's best. I'll just dig out this thing that beats in my chest. Pull out a ***** and bury it deep. Save for it for later, my heart I will keep. One day someone will uncover my treasure. Finding a love that nobody could measure.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
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Sneaky, illusive, illusion, a dream. Love is one tricky idea it seems. I don't understand it but maybe that's best. I'll just dig out this thing that beats in my chest. Pull out a ***** and bury it deep. Save for it for later, my heart I will keep. One day someone will uncover my treasure. Finding a love that nobody could measure.
jr-mcfadden
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
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