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Jul 2011
I can feel you drawing nearer
The thought of you makes me think clearer
The temptations there to grap
Just do it
Just do it, you keep saying
Just do it
Do it, no more praying

They sit in my hand,
Silently screaming I'll take you to a foreign land

They slide down, making me warm
I'll never be torn
I'll never be hurt

Lying there drawing my last breath, I thank you for coming into mind
For stopping time
Rose G
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Rose G
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