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She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.

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True love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.
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Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Beautiful Hell Herself Shine Strange
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Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Break Freedom Myself
This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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Broken Heart Heart Myself
Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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Break Butterfly Death Shine Sky
I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity

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