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Sep 2015
The way that you hold my hand,
So willingly, so happily
The way that you sprinkle kisses
Making fun of yourself
And others before you

You told me you loved me
But a little more talking and you were unsure
I'll never tell you how you're supposed to feel
It's not my place
But I've told you this before many times

*please don't get my hopes up
Ann Nicole
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Ann Nicole
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