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Jun 2013
You
I can call you my sun
But in my eyes, you shine brighter
I can call you my air
But you leave me breathless
I can call you my prince
But no prince could be as brave
Thus I shall simply call you a dream
For no such sublime being can exist
A mere illusion appearing before me
Yet I feel your warmth,
Hear your charming laugh
And those are the flashes of happiness
That keep me going through the day
And keep my sanity in check
Maybe I'll just call you, you
For nothing else would do justice.
Written by
Softly Speaking
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   Olivia Mercado
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