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Sep 2015
I've got your name
I've got your taste
I've got your fumes
Inside my rib cage

I've got your trembling lips
very close to me
My hands on your unsteady hips
The way you grove to the melody
makes me lose the ground I keep

I've got your eyes
I've got your **** stare
I've got your hypnotic glare
I've got you beyond compare
Yusuf Kura
Written by
Yusuf Kura  MD
(MD)   
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   Bely, muryum and Sara Leal
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