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Dec 2017
I lay my head
upon my bed
The one I made
My words were said;
in not so silent of a tone
Yes a whisper
Yes a moan
Too many thoughts expressed
Not entitled, simple stress.
Now I must admit
I must confess
That my flirtatious;
personality
Though outrageous,
Is my reality
Lavendar My Love
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