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Jan 2017
What will it be
Can you set me free
Your touch is my pleasure
But it's not the same

Come oh so slowly
Too fast and I'll burst
Honey, you're not the first

Give it time, this too will fade
Everything fades at the end of this day

For every time you look my way
I look back without any shame
This is my baggage that I dreadfully bare
You're not the only guy been there

Time and again I messed around
And kept so very quite, I couldn't make a sound
Like whispers in the dark
You are there
And the pleasure is the baggage that I bare
Written by
Reanna Chilcote
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