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what i thought i heard

I can smell his cologne,
His love slowly wrapping around my neck,suffocating me.
He said relax,his words coming slow,he said I'll be ya romeo if you be my Juliet,i then spoke back, We could make the perfect tragedy,His hand caressing my face,
& the way i'll hurt you i do it so casually.





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