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Dec 2012
The sweet lips,
The tingy smile,
The tiny eyes,
the fair skin...
Not a baby.. but my baby..
Hard to understand..
her presence so beautiful,
Her absence so hurtful,
Her air so soothing,
Her words so moving,
Her talk so strange,
Only a few can get it..
Her speach so wonderous,
Her grip so tight,
She makes me go crazy,
She makes me go insane...
She makes me mad,
But bear no pain,
Her kiss, a weapon,
Her hug, no less..
Her warmth,
her feel,
Her skin,
Her heels,
Her fingers,
her toes,
Her touch
her, she,
come to me,
come to me now,
i think...
she's every where,
she's on my mind,
she's in my soul,
she's always around me,
no matter how far,
Still the distance makes me irritated,
frustrated infuriated..
don't know what...
but she..
she's the one...
she's my heart,
whatever you say..
but yes she...
Written by
Niveda Amber  22/F/somewhere on the moon..
(22/F/somewhere on the moon..)   
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