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Apr 2011
We buried our feet in the sand
And watched as the tide rolled in
Up to our ankles
And passed our hips
We held on tight
As the currents played
A little game
Called Hurricane
The wind swept our hair
And shyly caressed our skin
Held in the moment
We were golden
As the waves were dancing
To a heavy rain
Called Hurricane
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
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