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Her, Love
I’m here to tell you
that she is
My Jamia
My Adrienne
My Lyn-Z
My Sally
My Morticia
My April
My Pam
My stars in the cold black night
My Punk Rock Queen
She’s a rebel
She’s a riot
She’s a muse
And I’ll always wear her heart proudly on my sleeve
because
her love is my energy
her love is my gasoline
and we’re burning bright.
Sunday 22nd May 2016 1:37 pm
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