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Reality kills the romance.

Submitted:Nov 19, 2008    Reads: 110    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

Our eyes,
They met.
Our lips,
They touched.
Our hands,
They felt.
Our bodies,
They moved.
But then I wake up sober,
And you're chucking in the fucking trash.


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