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Jan 2010
Boy
Your breath on my skin
lingers a little longer.
Your hand on my waist
makes me feel stronger.
And I love the way you flip you hair.
You're such a charmer.
And I love the way you squint your eyes
when you're not wearing your glasses.
But I hate your armour.
Written by
Sarah Armstrong
676
   cresun and Etta James
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