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Little Liar

This is my fairy tale of a boy who I love, and who I am with we are in the same house, I am in love with him with all, of my hate, and heart, we are together, there is nothing that can tear each other apart, we are sleeping together with each other, my naame is Tameka Patrie Polk and, my boyfriend follows me every where I go, he kisses me always inthe night sky, days when I am not thinking of him, I like to stay to myself in love, with him smiling above in all of the clouds, in all of my alone time, him being behind me is a scary thought, and feeling, hearing his nice, sweet, and lovely voice, sent chills down her spine, thinking about him is a favorite, by, surprise into her eyes, he makes her smile always and cannot, take it back no one can take his place, Tameka Patrice Polk do dream of hearts, and take it alone with her flowing yellow rose, down to her dress that she kinnie think of, every day, there is no one else in mind, for her only their love in between the and then above the clouds in* arms, I cannot wait to hear the next sound, of smile I try to say he is for me, we look into each other eyes, every star that we see together, tonight pulling the silk soft sheet cover over my face, and, makes a little smile maybe a pillow to, equal to a twilight beam, of what I really think about him, cause, I know that he is thinking of me, every and always every day of his dreams, I am happy to be by him, squeeze, a heart until gone it necklace bleeds, because kinnie belong with me, only, his only dream girl in the sea, bloody dreams while being gothic, I will write songs to think of, willing to think of a song to write about, that is made for only me, I can only see out of on eye, can only see out of one eye, that is my eye, and eyes, that is my eyes, GothicelecktraVampire made for only me, * * * * *.

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