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Find me here, behind my words. |
It's easier to think
of nothing...
The thing about you
is that your life...
When it all hits
and my legs shake...
Am I attractive
or am I available...
Sometimes
the tinder box...
I was attracted to your
softness...
I wish to be seen
to be remembered...
You asked -
"Please? Would you do it...
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My need for you- |
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Smooth out this corner here, |
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Real friends, TRUE friends, don't stab you at all. They keep you from being stabbed. |