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My gangster boy, how we love.

We fight like crazy.
We always make up though.
We love eachother endlessly.
Our love can only grow.

I love wearing you white T.
I love the way you say hello.
I love how we can never agree.
I love kissing you under falling snow.

I'm happy that you chose me.
I'm happy that it's only you and me.





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