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Mar 2018
I could be at your front door right now.

Pacing back and forth.
Palms too sweaty to knock.
Heart too full, it could pop.

****.
****.
****.

Knock on the ******* door.

Take her in your arms once more.
Make her cry your name once more.
Make the Earth stand still once more.
Make the Gods shy away once more.


****.
I could be at your front door right now.
Beaux
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Beaux  TX
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