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tearsfadewithyou

Published: Jun 16, 2011

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^{"i love you."
"i don't believe in love."
"...why not?"
"it's just a bunch of junk made up
by reality television and sappy poets."
"but you're a poet."
"no, i'm a smart ass who pretends to
know everything."}

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