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Mar 2013
Call her summer till you lungs are blue
But she's my winter always
She is who always forced me to
Hold her closely each and every day

Call her lovely and you'll make her cry
She only believes it when I say
She's has been taught to learn that men lie
Just so they might get their way

Find in silence, she'll sing her heart out
Just to drown out the sad
Of her wonder, all have not one doubt
Her grace exceeds the bad

Hold her closely and she'll shy away
My arms are the ones she claims
Call her summer each and every day
But her winter remains the same
Nik Bland
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Nik Bland  28/M/Port Charlotte, FL
(28/M/Port Charlotte, FL)   
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