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Aug 2017
I don't stand a chance in this chaotic world
Without your soothing voice I know I'll crumble
I want to feel small in your lap and just curl
While your whispers silence the hateful mumbles

I need you to stay and dizzy me with kisses
Distract me from this cruel judmental life
And the way I die everytime I hear the hisses
And the words that cut like knife

Take me, make me yours consume me
Pull me close don't allow me to even dwell
Let's create a world just for us let us be
Free for once from this living hell
Rand
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Rand  22/F
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