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creep

only i can get me higher than this lowest place

but i imaged you held that power

no sanctuary, no saving grace

what's yours is yours

what's mine is ours

two hands i have

three feet away

too weak to reach

you see right through me

i can't forget your scent

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audrey-bean-chmielowski
Polish
Published
Jul 20, 2010
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12/26/08

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