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Ten
if you thought I didn't miss you, than you couldn't be more wrong. Through heated words, and angry jabs, for you I've always longed. My mouth it may spit venom, but my heart still pumps with love, I hope you know, I cannot quit you, like a potent drug. One day I hope I'll have you, back in my arms again, until that time, ill dream of you, my perfect little ten.
© Richie Croteau
© Richie Croteau
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