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Jun 2011
Pop
Wish we could stop
Quit. End it. Over. Pop.

Read my lips-
With your lips
And I’ll bite-
Just a little.
Don’t worry-
Only a nibble.

It wouldn’t  hurt
Not much anyway-
Just a little flame
A tiny love spark
Altogether different-
From the way-
You
Scorch
My
Heart.

Here’s a thought-
And this pertains to you
I can’t continue-
To be second….
Not out of two.

You have this choice-
You can’t split your heart
I’m afraid of what I know
Afraid I’ll fall apart.
Jordon
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