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Mar 2013
You make me look stupid when I drool thinking about you,
It seems you have no problem running through my mind.
Are you running, or just skipping in there?
Or maybe your shoelaces are untied?
Because something tickles that makes me wanna laugh,
When you prance all over my thoughts, my other half.

You come through my doors: without a knock,
Never even a warning.
Crawling through my eyelids,
And fizzing down out of my mouth.
Written by
A Nony Mouse
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   Kate Browning
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