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May 2012
Until my heart sings with love I will let it pulse with lust.
Our bodies fit together but you’re not my other half.
Does this sound daft?

I need you, I like you, I want you. You pick me up from the ground,
But I am waiting for love to come along and sweep me back off my feet.
Marguerite Christine
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