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Jul 2015
Brain cells were lit. Ideas started to hit

The formation of words that fit, the perfect words to tell her.

I wanted to sound legit because she doesn't trust no one

Now I seat, wondering, fearing, doubting , dreaming if she will ever be mine
Squire
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Squire  Soweto
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