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Mar 2013
If you were love,
love would smell like sweaty wrestling mats and dreams
love would have eyes indescribable
love would be sensitive and strong
love would walk with humble confidence
love would say my name like no one has said it before,
and love would drive me crazy.
Written by
Edward James
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   Danielle Brown
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