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Mar 2011
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Sometimes I pretend to be a stranger passing through
I approach afraid, confused
I walk about disorientated, unsure of what I'm looking for
I tap you, lightly, on the shoulder
Then I ****** your senses
I smother you,
I burn you,
I destroy you
Yet you seek me out, wandering aimlessly, whispering, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Love..."
Written by
Ashley Barrios
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