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May 2012
Hand in Hand,
Lips on Lips,
Bodies against Bodies,
Backs to the past,
Face to the future,
Flames burning hot,
Fires growing small,
Clocks ticking away time,
just when this starts to rythme,
I guess every love ends,
but every pain stays,
deep down wasting away the day.
Harley Dyer
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   lorraine
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