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Jun 2013
If I give her what she wants....Will I get what I need....the mind of complication...falls victim to questions...and wonder...cuz those things cause wander... and I look lost while I'm looking around...Post in confusion waiting to be found...see the mind plays tricks..and body makes you sick... but the heart don't lie...no heart don't lie....but I call it the soul...because the heart can die...But the soul lives forever... between you and I...because I gave you what you want...you'll remember what you need...and that would be thought.... when I am dead and gone...When I can't give you what you want...but you'll have what you need...My Heart....
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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