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Nov 2011
Your whiskey eyes
drunk with lies
call to my gullible soul.

But to feel your touch
to want it so much
burns a hole in my heart.

When I smell your skin
I feel that I can win
over the love of a boy.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae
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