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I craved her from the inside out to the edges of her soul. I craved the parts of her that she didn’t like. I loved those parts especially. She was special.

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I craved her from the inside out to the edges of her soul. I craved the parts of her that she didn’t like. I loved those parts especia...
Call me And tell me you miss me. Call me And tell me  How your bones are brittle. That they are aching to be held By hands that are calcium...
Show me your worst, And I will show you How I love you Just the same.
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