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May 2018
She's beautiful.
She draws me in.
Her voice is delicate whispers like a summers wind.
She laughs awkwardly but she holds her tongue politely even when I'm wrong..
There's something just in side me.
With my heart yours belongs.
For every word you say I hang so dearly.
She's beautiful she draws me in razor blade laceration just above my wrist.
Dsmith
Written by
daryll smith  milton keynes
(milton keynes)   
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