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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.
Monday 11th July 2016 10:38 pm
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