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Nov 2015
1,2
1..2..Wait.
I can't seem to do it.
Can I take a breather?
Should I move closer?
Do my eyes bother?
Nervous as I am,
I'll try, okay?
Here we go..
1..2..****.
Am I being ridiculous?
I don't know what to do.
I'm lost in your eyes.
Can I move closer?
So I can hear your heartbeat.
Yes-- this seems better, dear.
Love, I couldn't say it out loud.
What? Closer?
Here, any better?
Because you just got me bad.
Dred Erive
Written by
Dred Erive  Manila
(Manila)   
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     A Watoot, Dred Erive and Cecil Miller
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