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Sep 2015
roses are read
and violets blew
when compared to
the beautiful hue, that is you.
i think of your eyes, and no blue sky's,
can compare to the view.
your gorgeous smile,
well defines;
beauty full. I,
can't get enough of you.
hate having to say bye, but
love watching you walk by.
having a good morning
enjoying you rear-view.
My heart skips a beat
every time. I, wipe my eyes and
realize you are mine.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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     its gonna make sense, ---, --- and SPT
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