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Jan 2014
When I think of a drug
I think of your love
When I need touch
I think of our bodies
And how nice it feels
Whenever they are close
When I think of lips
I think of yours
And how well
They kiss mine
And get me lost
In a daze
A hell of a
Love spell
You're precious
sinderella
Written by
sinderella  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
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