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Sep 2013
I knew the prettiest lady 
She had more flavor than gravy 
Her hair came all the way down there 
And when she grab me she leaves streaks that's ashy 
Manicure on her nails 
Her eyes are rarely surprised and water never pour from her wells
Well, well
Oh Where oh where oh where could she be 
As I'm searching I started to say oh well
But oh I can see 
I can tell the reason why I couldn't see 
Her is no longer she 
She allowed the salt of the sea to waiver 
So now when I wave to her 
She performs as a stranger 
I'm thinking how to tame her 
Put a lapse to the substance that claims her 
When we were in school she used to be my major 
I studied everything which made her lovely 
Now everything is fuzzy 
With minor putty 
Indicating that 
I never accepted her insulation 
In fact 
We never drawn a line 
So when we separated 
Her course; I traced it 
Of course not blatant
Though curious and tenacious 
I was waiting and waiting 
For this??? 
I remember her ample lips 
And her apple-shaped hips 
Take a lick of her stomach and tasted a hint of apple crisp 
Her thighs reminded me of pie 
And when her juices trickled down it sparkled like cider 
Waited for this? 
WHAT IS THIS? 
Now I wish I can erase her face out of my cerebrum 
Never mind all that I had to say about her
Forget about it 
This is the part when I walk past her like I don't see her 
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Damaré M
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Damaré M  Richmond , Ca
(Richmond , Ca)   
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   Chalsey Wilder
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