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Jul 2013
My tears are stuck in the ducts of my eyes,
my words are stuck in the back of my throat.
Come here pretty baby, give me a hand,
you set me free, like I am floating above
the cold, wet sand.

When I am with you,
and when I am not,
I can feel your soul radiate,
your smile says a lot.

Who wouldn't be struck
from the beauty you possess,
the light that you illuminate
touches my skin like a soft caress.

My tears are stuck in the ducts of my eyes,
my words are stuck in the back of my throat.
Come here precious angel, give me a hand,
tonight I need you to help me stay afloat.
Elise
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Elise  NYC
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