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To her with luv.. C Kis frm the drangon is different frm its breath... Must u kil me slw so i feel evrybit of the pain.. R u frm spartan or u r cursed with man haunt.. Swit as berries.. Cruel as the rose n backsturber like love... Its an open poem add ur sorrow... |
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