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Jan 21
My heart
My heart belongs to you.
Each and every day.

I can't be pulled from you by anyone.
You love.
You love.
Is my glue.

You love.
You love.
The key to my lock.
And only you have the strength to open it.

Yes, you love.
Yes, you love.

Why?
Why would go out and seek?
When I have the one that keeps me at peace.

Talking about, you love.
You love.
Yes, you love.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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