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Feb 2014
Up here, I'm soaring so far above the city,
but it's too hard to come down if the Devil's here,
sitting,
unbuttoning her dress,
speaking so coyly.
I'm under duress,
how could I be this weak in the knees?
She don't speak sweet nothings,
they're quite distinguished, really.
Could you backstroke your way
out to sea?  
Because I'm not sure how much longer
I can wade in the water up here.
Jesus, I'm afraid of heights,
and her charm, I am not immune.
**** sure she's got me.
Dwayne Richardson
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Dwayne Richardson  Baltimore
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