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Oct 2012
I like the way words tasted
rolling from your lips
the gentle way you'd hold me
hands on my hips
and we'd dance
like there was no tomorrow
and you'd look at me
and I'd forget my sorrow
we were so young
and so full and free
you are my hope
another part of me
and every time I've felt
like completely giving up
I lose myself in your eyes
and I know this is enough
Ashley Brooke Payne
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Ashley Brooke Payne  Dawsonville, GA
(Dawsonville, GA)   
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