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Sep 2009
You are the air I breathe
& the water I drink
I mean you are my dreams
& all that makes me
Better yet my completion
My protection from regression
The smile I show
& the light of my soul
In a simplistic meaning
You can be called one thing
Because what you are to me they truly don’t see
That you, my boo, are “all the good in me”
Written by
Shandel Pruitt
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   Maryrose Joyce
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