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May 2010
Falling fast
Hoping this sinking feeling doesn't last
Longing for your arms
Remembering his sweet charm
And his lips on my ear,
"You don't know anyone here,
Let me show you around"
Those that say the sweetest turn out to be hounds,
Have no idea.
Copyright Andrea Sheppard 2010
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