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You always got my stomach full of butterfly
whenever I sense your presence.
You always put smile on my face .
Every single things about you makes me
smile without a reason.
Every smile I got from you makes my heart melt.
Every time our eyes meet I always got slow motion.
Every time I see your bad boy look
I always got
stuck on my daydream.
By: Fairy Sparks
 Mar 2016 Grace Van Dyck
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She is an atlas
her eyes deepest
and darkest Africa

Unfolded I hold her
tracing the source
of her diamonds and gold

In search of the motherload.
I have so much to say. My mind is going into circles. What is wrong with me? Is this the real me? Is this what real happiness feels like? Why am I crying? I am healing. My body feels it. My heart can't take it, it's not used to this beautiful feeling..

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