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Oct 2012
He’s nice
He’s sweet.
I can just fall asleep looking into your eyes;
They lead straight to your soul.

He holds my hand
He says he loves me.
I can just fall asleep in your arms;
They are my protection.

He’s nice
He’s sweet
He holds my hand;
But then I wake up and there are no arms to protect me.
Dev A
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Dev A  28/F/New Jersey
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