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I like you...fuck.  Fuck is probably all you have in mind when it comes to me  But these feelings keep growing and my heart is breaking, why can’t you see I like you. 
Flames coursing through my veins, Earthquakes in my hands, This isn't from a coffee kick, No adrenaline rush, Just you.   Passionate. Sensual.
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