AXCESS
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Axcess is a poem that this boy who i really care about wrote me. It was a shock because he always tells me he cant write poetry but then he came up with this. So its really special to me and i hope you guys enjoy. Oh and btw i told him to put it on here but he refused so watever im exposing him. LOL =)
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