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Forbidden Fruit
You don’t know what it’s like
to care for someone, the way I do you.
You don’t know what it’s like,
Being around the forbidden fruit.
You don’t know what it’s like,
to look like a genuine fool.
You don’t know what it’s like,
to be in love with you.
Wednesday 12th September 2018 1:12 pm
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