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Jan 2014
The way you walk
The way you talk
The way you hold my hand
The things you taught
me thinks you hot
I mean seriously
You understand?
The way you read my mind sometimes
The child-like sparkle in your eyes
sending chills down my spine

...But we'll never ever go and be free
Saskija
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Saskija  Europa
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