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Maybe those green eyes are my karma too drawn to the drama Like a moth to a flame dysregulating my nervous system The flame almost...

I told you I bled out a bundle of cells, texted me a year later, Wyd? What a gentlemen! Standing when we argued, Having to be above me...

I can write a hundred little sonnets about you but those three little words will never leave my lips I love you Would be like ripping up...