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Jan 2013
Those pretty little words
Tickle my finger tips as I write
Invade my thoughts as I think
Dance upon my tongue as I speak
Warm my heart as it beats.
Those pretty little words
Make sense where sense was not before.
It would be so easy to give those three little
Words wings.
Those pretty little words
Can hurt so deeply as well
So I will wait for the
Perfect time to tell
You I love
You
Breanna Smith
Written by
Breanna Smith  Salem, Oregon
(Salem, Oregon)   
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