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Oct 2016
Her cool blue eyes
freeze me in my tracks
blood runs to my feet
I slip through the cracks

I can not speak
or say her name
a willing victim
in her game

She looks at me
like I'm not there
walks right by me
like she doesn't care

I need to love her
from near or far
I whisper her name
while I drive my car

She's always with me
we'll never be apart
cause I'll always carry her
in my broken heart
Sir Jeffrey Langston III
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Sir Jeffrey Langston III  Camelot
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