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Jun 2015
I'm under your skin,
running through your mind
ticking like your heart beat,
locking in sync with time.
The cravings never ends,
what's yours is mine.
pain becomes pleasure;
its my pleasure; its fine.
the thought never
far from your mind.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Keva Minus and Debbie Taylor
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