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Dec 2017
I saw it
Those eyes made me shudder
I know what you're thinking
But it was genuine
Emotion like no other
Playing on the ledge
Dancing on it with
The tip of my toes
Through the twirling
Never once did I look down
If I had maybe I would fall
Laughing away
But you know
How you remember feelings
When their that certain type of cold
That cold I know
When the sweetest skin I touched
Didn't want to touch mine anymore.
Written by
Don kingsley  25/M/States
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