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I would absolutely love if a guy came up to me and read me a

  
  I would absolutely
  love

  if a guy came up to me and read me a poem,

  he wrote explaining why he likes me.

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TheDysfunctional 1 decade ago

Unless the guy was a complete perv.

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Writers Avenue* 1 decade ago

yeah, you got a point

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TheDysfunctional 1 decade ago

haha but i just don't feel like a perv would write a poem.

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Writers Avenue*

posted March 27, 2013 at 6:45pm UTC tagged with love, poems, true

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