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Nov 2012
There is a line on the floor,
That you let wash away.
Tide rolls in,
Pulling me to stay.
We are under the covers,
Under the spotlight,
Guilty or *****,
We can't decide.
Advancing so suddendly,
How far will you go?
Will I have the guts,
To stop you and say no?
I want to reach in,
But the sign says "keep out".
I might be playing in the rain,
But I dieing from drought.
She kissed me quietly,
When backs were turned.
Love her lips,
Love the pain's burn.
We are so close yet,
I can't do much.
Your heart is not mine to have.
So why am I your crutch?
Scratches on my neck,
That's not enough.
I'll shove my hand down your pants,
If you call my bluff.
Let's grow more.
Wuji
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Wuji
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