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bluespice (f)
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oh how i love her
it hurts to admit it but i do
im in love with her- my angel
the sounds of the calmly flowing brook reminds me of he soft peals of laughter
an ever present scent of honeysuckle envelopes her
im content to simply breathe whenever she's around
her sin is the softest palest olive there ever was
her hair, a cascading mane of sunkissed gold
her eyes are as dark as they are mysterious
a kohl lined indian princess' couldnt be more mysterious
and her mouth. . .
oh her mouth, songs could be written,
wars fought
lives lost on account of their exquisitness
im in love with an angel and for this i suffer
i suffer because i find myself a woman also
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vescucci (m)
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Remember what I asked you on fb?
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bluespice (f)
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sorry cant  pls refresh my memory
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kay9 (m)
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Straighten out, blu.
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bluespice (f)
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kay i promise u i was born without gnarls 
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kay9 (m)
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Good-o. You know what, blue, i think i like you. You are not so bad after all.
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bluespice (f)
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lmao! is this a ploy to get me comfy n then kill me with an ice pick?
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bluespice (f)
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aiite truce it is, drink? ummm a glass of martini will do thank you
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vescucci (m)
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Knock off the foreplay and get a cheap motel room
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bluespice (f)
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there's always room for one more 
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kay9 (m)
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Naa, three is a crowd. Sorry, V, finders-keepers.
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iniguy (m)
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Whats going on here 
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bluespice (f)
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wat r u confused about? wow i feel special, two deranged souls fighting over me how lucky could a girl get 
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kay9 (m)
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Are we fighting, V?
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