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Aug 2010
you call me pretty and take my hand
with your bright eyes
and warm inviting smile
you pick me up
and spin me around
and kiss me so gently
my cheeks flush as my heart races
you hold me tight in your arms
my world freezes in this moment
as the real world moves on
never knowing what it feels like to be here
with you,
this can't really be healthy
© Morgan Percy 2010
Morgan Percy
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Morgan Percy
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   Julie Kinsey
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