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Sep 2013
She must greatly love me
for she dressed in black for me
I am proud to hold her hand
I am her bad boy and she's my dame

We do crazy stuff
as we relive our youths
the time when me and her
had f*king sht life's

We dance across clear waters
and smile at my sister sun
she bathes my feet and back
whilst she is dressed in black


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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   Olivia Kent
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