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Sep 2016
There he stands...
So tall, so beautiful
With nothing but his hat,
and his voice
I get goosebumps from the magic
of his singing
My hands tremble of the nervousness
of him not noticing me
the way I notice him
I just want him so badly,
need his kiss to calm my mind,
from all the lustful thoughts
that just keep on comin'
as he keep on singin'

I wish to be there
and sing side by side,
Our voice connecting
as our hearts find each other

We could belong,
we could be one...
Pernille Augustson
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Pernille Augustson  25/F
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