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Jan 2016
Let me run my bitter sweet words through your veins, let me listen to your angelic voice one last time. Let me see your face and etch my name into you. Let my soothing voice get the best of you. Let your guard down so I can be apart of you for once. My head hurts and my hands shake of anxiety. I never in my life have seen such beauty so  please let me make you mine.
Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith
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Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith  Washington
(Washington)   
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   Marci Ace
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