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Sacralove


I'm writing for my life but this is not a suicide note

My heart has been beating into a startling crescendo since the day we met.

I'm scared cause I didn't realize I still had one.

I love you with open palms.

I woke up with a headache and a sore back this morning

but I still picked you a bouquet before i left for work.

I'm writing for my life but this is not a siucide note

I gave my life to you, come home from work already

I made cheeseburgers and french fries. 

We still aint got no Koolaid though.

Perhaps we will have finer things to drink in the mansion I have made my mind uo to buy you.

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