Like the wild flowers in the field, our love froze and died in the first frost despite surviving the endless torture of the summer
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Perfect Kind of Hell
Поэзия'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
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Like the wild flowers in the field, our love froze and died in the first frost despite surviving the endless torture of the summer
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