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Oct 2011
The goosebumps build slowly up my spine,
I just want you to be mine .

Sweet Romanace,
A soft caress,
A swelling feeling,
Deep in my chest.

My heart it races,
When your eyes meet mine,
It seems I'm flying,
But there's limited time.

This feeling so pure,
This touch electrifying,
I just want you so bad,
That inside I'm dying.
Written by
Alicia Lawrence
770
   Anshika and Marissa Burts
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