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Sep 2015
Whether its a brush of your hand or the look in your eye. I can't tell if I'm falling in love or committing suicide. It's this game that we play, each and everyday. In each and everyway. So, don't be afraid; to take a chance with your heart when its feeling astray. I wish you would fall for me, cause I won't tear you apart. Ill put you in serenity I'll play the part. And together we can become a million dollar piece of art.
Written by
Joe Standish  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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