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DONT MESS WITH LOVE


Submitted:Jul 4, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


she thinks, your like holding on to
nothing, a brief high, a cheap thrill,
a footnote, to my broken heart, you
masquerade your self in smiles
and laughter, leaving me in empty
arms.





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