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Jan 2015
he had the hands of a god
and he talked like a god,
looked like a god and
smiled like a god,
so proud and broad.

he laughed like god and
walked like god,
he was a true god but
he wasn't mine, nor heβ€˜ll ever be.

i'm too sad to be his goddess.
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   Shawn Mehaffey, TINA, AS, Creep and ---
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