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Aug 2015
I swear, we're just missing one thing
Just one last piece, and it'll all make sense.
I don't know, she says
But what she didn't know was the truth
But she wasn't alone because neither did you.
Cereal, you say
Okay,
Then what's the big deal?
It's just ***, after all.
No, it's personal, to me.
Oh, like my weeds and my love for you
You're trying to hide yourself from me
But that's what you're worried about, isn't it?
That I'll see your rushing blood as You, You the Libido
No, love, you're not, and it's time you knew
That I love you more than you love yourself
So don't go hiding from this light
Let me find you out, open and honest and bright
So one day I can hold you at night
And look in your eyes
And know that I'm the only one
Who's ever had this much of you
Ophira
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Ophira  California
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