The way he makes my heart ram against my ribs, each time it rams harder and harder breaking my ribs with each beat. Just to show him how much he effects my current state.
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PoetryPoetry. My happy poems. "The way he makes my heart rams against my ribs, each time it rams harder and harder breaking my rubs with each beat. Just to show him how much he effects my current state." ~Wanderrr
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The way he makes my heart ram against my ribs, each time it rams harder and harder breaking my ribs with each beat. Just to show him how much he effects my current state.
