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burning desireTo my heart i can't wait. No longer. Something is poisoning the paradise we got here. Oh i cannot wait, your so much what i need. The glass tilts over and says do not cry over split milk. Not a mistake i just need you. Your so fine and so nice i want a flaming snog. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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