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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Wish you were her*e

Yearly and herely 
so nearly it's time 
for your dark eyes 
and just a splash 
of corona with lime 

"I'll marry you someday" 
Heather scented: you're mine
Posted by Brynna Hall at 7:52 PM
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