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accounts of a teenager
Monday, June 14, 2010
“I am the warm warmth warming your cold heart.”
“I am the warm warmth warming your cold heart.”
She tells me this.
I accept.
I am warm for one night.
She's gone.
for good.
Ya, Eat your heart out.
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