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Jun 2015
You, with your smile and smile and smile
What am I supposed to do
When you smile (in that way)
And take me all the way to rapture?
You, uncovering me, tasting me, knowing me
Who you never knew
Until there are No Secrets No Secrets No Secrets
Only me. And You.
Written by
angela brooks  bristol, england
(bristol, england)   
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